View from our ever-cluttered dining room.
Blue sky? Actually the morning dawned dull and gray.
However, weary of looking at the drab wall of the neighbor’s garage, that faces us and that only we can see, I painted it sky blue (celeste) the other afternoon.
Mauro (of the weird haircut and motorcycle accident) cackled in delight as he did when I fixed his motorcycle at the idea of my painting part of the neighbor’s house on a whim.
By noon, by the way, it was a beautiful blue-sky, chemtrail-free sky.
