Swinging under the SpitzhornOriginally uploaded by mgharris
Lying here watching my daughter on the swing, my legs are actually sizzling inside my jeans.
Yes, heat! Have hardly felt it all summer long but here in the Swiss mountains, there’s plenty.
Oh it’s lovely, very Swiss with log cabins and the gentle tinkle of cow bells and the smell of warm hay.
I feel a desperate need for cheese and milk chocolate…
The manuscript is taking a break while I work on my tan and play with babies.
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