I WENT CAPERING off with The Yard Man (forty years ago; and last Sunday, too). Certainly, all those decades of togetherness deserved Paris or Polynesia at the very least, but Cape May, New Jersey, was our destination.
They'd arranged to have forty-thousand flowers blooming just for us!
(Amazing how many others folks were there to see them, too!)
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Later in the afternoon, still heading in an easterly direction, the interlude at the wine shop we came upon was perfectly timed. "If you stick around a bit," they told us, "you can watch the vineyard run! We had five hundred runners here this morning, and this afternoon we're expecting another four hundred."
It was just our anniversary luck to have a rave-worthy treat and a leisurely visit with Mr. Billy B. Goat before the jogging masses arrived.
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(There were chickens at this winery, as well, but I haven't the faintest idea why I'd wish to show them to you, Viewer Dear)
...to be cont'd...
(as there is so much more that I do wish to show you)
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Is that a donut? Oh heavenly. And the field of tulips with those jaggedy whatevers rising on their poles.
Yes, a doughnut--the best I ever ate excluding yours!
I did my usual raving and savoring and swooning and told The Yard Man it would be rapturous to wolf down at least five more if I did not know without a doubt I'd live to rue it. (Well, no one can know with absolute certainly that they'll live another moment; but, had I died before I got the chance to rue the over-indulgence, at least I'd have died on a happy note--licking my fingers in the bright sunshine with the spouse of forty years by my side!)
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