He’s a natural born beauty. If he were human, he’d be a surfer dude or model, with naturally chiseled features and six-pack abs that he didn’t have to work for. Unfortunately,…
The day started innocently enough. We stopped by the Tulip Festival again this week so I can try one more time to get a photo of Juno’s yellow eyes next to…
A few weekends ago, Mr. Wild Dingo and I visited Chateau d’Aigle, a museum of vine and wine that featured a renown collection of wine labels dating back as far as…
Pork Chops Porcini. I don’t know how I made it to this age (eleventy-seven) and being Italian, having never cooked with porcini mushrooms. I’ve eaten them in restaurants but never attempted cooking with…
“She’s perfect,” said Juno’s Physical Torturer, Therapist, Mme. Gauthier. She noticed Juno’s walking gate was a perfect long, stress-free stride. Juno rolls her eyes. “Sibes don’t come any other way…
On the way to Ballens. The farm on the right has lovely band of 20 or more frolicking horses. I was re-writing the About page the other day because Wild…
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