Saturday mornings at the Boston Ballet are full of wonderful secrets.
I wasn’t supposed to, but I kinda did overhear two excited women exchanging words.
Although, I must admit, I never heard the words ‘pebble lettuce” used in combination before.
But, that’s what I heard.
So now my day will be spent trying to learn what ‘pebble lettuce’ might be.
I kinda wish people would keep their excited conversations to a barely audible level.
It’s rude to let other people overhear your private conversations.
And, oh so much work.
We're all on a road to somewhere.
O zi minunată!
Island boy, city life.