Baby blues melt on a sunny afternoon
It is 5pm on a sunny Friday afternoon. Facebook memories remind me that four years ago I was having the first of Spring sundowners on a Parkhurst sidewalk with friends. That golden hour before sunset is best watched through a glass of grassy, chilled sauvignon blanc, right? Fast forward to today. Golden hour is now the time between helper beating a hasty retreat and reinforcements, ie husband, arriving.