This is my new bestie, a pooch by the name of Queenie, with whom I actually go way back. She lives in Connecticut, where I spent a fun weekend with a dear lifelong friend and her family, but more on that in a bit. It’s Monday, and time for the weekly recap before we get into a semi-serious post later today. Lots happening now that it’s a full moon AND Mercury is in retrograde motion – good luck to all, as we’re gonna need it.
This is Cowboy Grass, because of course there’s a fragrance for the cowboy era.
Andy’s birthday is always a favorite day around these parts.
Skies filled with drama are a hallmark of fall.
Have you caught up on the cowboy check-in?
An erotic, sexual anniversary that now feels almost quaint.
One of the finest blessings: may your yolks always run.
Bouncing on cowboy bussy is one way of putting it.
The lone Dazzler of the Day was Dixon Dallas (and I always appreciate a little bit of alliteration).
Unnatural rise while the day is still dark.
Things half in shadow, things half in light.
Abiding cowboy love in a most beautiful song and performance.
Don’t fence a cowboy in – that’s the first rule of being a cowboy.
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