This day, the last of the week (or is it the first?) was spent under the trees down the lane with my head beneath my 'tie-at-the-neck' sunhat and in between the pages of a few lazy-daisy reads. I don't know the meaning of half of those long words writers write, and don't for a second believe you to do so either! What is the use of a book without pictures? I've read this in some lazy-daisy read before, but I don't remember where? Anyway. I've decided I'm asking the sun to stick around for good. His glow just makes lazy-daisy outings so much more enjoyable! Monday will tell if he loves me not?