Peteroo's Blog

Wind’s bride awaits first dance.

Piosity pauses.

Breeze leads triple-step spin.

Blooms to light fantastic.

East gust reciprocates.

Leaves field fancy feat.

Wedding’s mates sync in play.

Floral philtrums sky-kissed. ; )

The ostensible reason for siu mei outselling other dishes during city’s coldrife spell is that flamed protein spins nubilous noggins away from their gelid blues and, instead, toward warmthful skews. ; )

Rustication up-rounded a new interest in that of tending to orchard of oranges.

Freeing solo bowls over neophytes not yet deft at out-squeezing their courage completely.

Mise en scène missed citrus centered for artist’s still life.

If henchman’s exterior is like a bitter rind, could interior still offer a sweetest find? ; )

Like wych elm’s leaf coat,

Gal’s aura warms furtive trunk.

Metabasis glows,

Showing switch from here to there,

Awing like Fozzie’s wakas. ; )

Dreamt of frolicking in field verdurous.

Dreamt of drowning in heaven’s hydrosphere.

Dreamt of battling beings of the bestiary.

Awoke to breakfast in bed—a small gesture, but still a largesse happily had as bona find rather than just of mind. ; )