There's so much that is ugly, false and absurd in the news these days, sometimes we need to just stop and smell the roses.
Well, you can't smell a photograph, but here's a nice selection of small blossoms from the gardens of the Paco Command Center.
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Very nice. Mrs. Paco's horticultural skills, or yours Mr. Paco sir?
ReplyDeleteI chilled -- went to the range.
ReplyDeleteIt was freakin' hot, but I still chilled.
There simply is nothing better for relieving stress than time at the range.
ReplyDeleteLovely! Kudos to your gardener! As for the range: the scent of gun powder, the muted sound given by the hearing protection headset, the report of a gun, the feeling of sending a bullet downrange into the target, the satisfaction of hitting the target as aimed for, the celebration AKa bragging about a good grouping, the continuation of the celebration with a post-range drinks (yes, there is food), and the pleasant sleep where the outing was replayed in dreams of the glory. Of course being dreams,the groupings were even tighter.
ReplyDeleteSo true. Can almost smell them, thanx.
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