Monday, June 01, 2020

Sequestered (XI)

1 comment:

Barbara Rogers said...

I took a deep breath of coffee grounds when preparing my pot this morning. It reminded me of being about 8 and loving to smell the coffee as my mom made it each morning, and finally asking for a taste. She gave it to me black. Yuk. It wan't for another 12 years before I had some with sugar and cream and I haven't gone back!