I remember fondly the spring days of my youth, the bright sun would transform the opposite sex into bare legged beauties. I would feel the warm glow rise up my legs, as I wonderd what lay beneath the thin layer of denim. A hint of ass or a dark flash of cotton underwear. Yes, the heady days of coming to grips with puberty.
A little different now that I am 40; A summer day means Georgia in a sarong or short shorts, warm weather means sex, fertility, virility. The pagans are onto something celebrating the new year of planting seed.
We had a day like this yesterday. A day complete with soaking up the sun’s rays and getting some gardening done.
The above was my view each time I would sit and have a glass of tea. A delicious vantage point indeed !