That was the rule of the day. I swear I’ve written the title in this blog before, but Google tells me I’m wrong. That’s possible. I’ve never actually had to follow the rule before. But it’s a good one. You meet or re-meet cool people. You sit in the yard under the trees. You eat well, and the rumbling thunderstorm somehow never sets in.
In honor of friend Hilary who threw today’s party at her new house, I give you the trailer that sat at the motel down the street this week.