The singing of a homemade taco pizza woke me, and all I had to do when the two chefs made the table, was to take my daily garden walk in the blue hour, when dusk is falling.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Spoiled with taco pizza
Some days you know are perfect days. Already when I woke this morning there was something in the air whispering that this is a day to dance through. The dance music has been on all day, and met its crescendo when I came home from work and could take my afternoon nap while Ingrid and her boyfriend made dinner.
Posted by Britt-Arnhild at 8:25 AM