Went to Switzerland and didn't ski but came back with a tan. So tanned that my children didn't recognize me when I picked them up from school. And so tanned that my older daughter cheekily pulled down my top to ascertain whether the sudden and uncharacteristic tan was an epidermal phenomenon limited to my face, chest and arms, or all over my body.
But if one awakens to a garden in full bloom such as this every morning for a week, one can assume that the weather was nothing less than glorious.
Most of the time.
So was the man.
Most of the time.
(Photo courtesy of the man)
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