The young lady in that photo was happily munching away on basil seeds right above my oregano plant. All I could think of was Rod Stewart's great song, Italian Girls. Unfortunately, the backdrop for that photo is the junk heap on my side yard where I keep my scrap wood and trash can lids. Not very elegant for such a lovely Italian lady, but there wasn't much I could do about it without scaring them all away. Her beau was right nearby and he wore a splendid red cravat, but his photos didn't come out well at all.
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
They Must be Italian Birds
I've been too lazy to pick and dry the leaves from my basil plant, so it has gone to seed, much to the delight of the local birds.
You'll probably have to click on the photo to see the bird well.
The young lady in that photo was happily munching away on basil seeds right above my oregano plant. All I could think of was Rod Stewart's great song, Italian Girls. Unfortunately, the backdrop for that photo is the junk heap on my side yard where I keep my scrap wood and trash can lids. Not very elegant for such a lovely Italian lady, but there wasn't much I could do about it without scaring them all away. Her beau was right nearby and he wore a splendid red cravat, but his photos didn't come out well at all.
The young lady in that photo was happily munching away on basil seeds right above my oregano plant. All I could think of was Rod Stewart's great song, Italian Girls. Unfortunately, the backdrop for that photo is the junk heap on my side yard where I keep my scrap wood and trash can lids. Not very elegant for such a lovely Italian lady, but there wasn't much I could do about it without scaring them all away. Her beau was right nearby and he wore a splendid red cravat, but his photos didn't come out well at all.
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