Summer’s End At The Lake
It had to happen. Eventually. And today was that day. But I am so grateful that I did it. Getting …
It had to happen. Eventually. And today was that day. But I am so grateful that I did it. Getting …
… but I could stand it to be about twenty degrees warmer here. Sitting on the porch, sipping coffee, looking …
… by Holly, the Author. For those of you who have loyally read over the past many days and weeks, …
… in more ways than one. The sun rose over the lake … the start of a new day … …
Today started out like many do at the lake. With me getting a cup of coffee or tea from the …
… at least as far as my Aunt is concerned. And another weekend at the lake comes to a close. …
And I thought the old-fashioned boat rides were not in production anymore … at least not around these parts. This …
… I thought as I looked across the water. Sleek. Smooth. Italian. Perfect. And I was filled with a lust …
… but not in West Virginia. In my latest episode of Where’s Waldo Holly, I have once more taken to …
… and with those immortal words spoken by Rosalind Russell as Auntie Mame … thus begineth the Happy Holly Project entry for the day …