Now that autumn is really here, I have to pick up the broom called Piassava and clean up in front of the door almost daily. That broom almost does not tear out. That broom has gone from father to son for generations now, and my son will inherit it in turn, most certainly also his children.
I do not know any living who enjoys so much of life as a cat, a litte sunshine and she is in heaven.
How can it happen, that immediately after a summer holiday, it feels like if the fall is here, I do not like it at all!. I’m not ready for the fall and winter yet. Rain, colder and shorter days = the thumb down.
