. . . farewell a little early today, as the carryalls are packed and it’s away, away for another late-summer weekend, long lunches and laid-back afternoons, upswept hair and red lipstick by night under the cover of a million stars and candlelight, and by morning, gold and coral sunrises and if we’re lucky, perhaps a countryside picnic . . .
wishing you an astonishingly wonderful weekend, and hope it’s beautiful where you are,