If I had lived at that place, I sure as heck would have become an impressionist master too. It was so picturesque and beautiful. We had a real ball there. Those gardens felt like a little slice of heaven. Or at least a little slice of something really really beautiful. Out of...a painting.
By the end of the day everyone was laughing with us and saying "Are you the girls that were taking all those pictures?" "You girls sure are funny."
In short, it was a pretty perfect day. It went from wet cold spring, to hot hot summer over here.
It was so nice to get out of Paris for a day. I mean, I sure love Paris and everything, but Giverny was a beautiful little town. I like to pretend I'm a big city girl, but I'm constantly reminded that my country roots run deeper than anything else.
That place almost makes me want to take up a paint brush again.
I would have made Marilyn proud as I walked around. Knew all the flower names. I sure do miss the grand Silver Cricket.
And lots of other things too.
Like Mom and Dad and Bailey and my brothers and my friends and my cousins and going to Aunt Sue's to watch movies and Sunday dinners with the Kearley's and our ward and going to work and real coca-cola and baseball games and my backyard and the way my house smells and the way mom only has the lamps and candles on at night so the lighting is so nice and most of all
KOBE.
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