A Swedish massage by a masseuse with head-to-toe tattoos. A restaurant in a castle, a 1905 grey gneiss mansion, the first home in Vermont wired for electricity. A gas-jet fire in the hearth. Rare lambchops. Chocolate mousse. Cherry hearts.
A hammy piano player in the dining room. Romance, ro-schmaltz, circa 2013, with my husband, who made the day a surprise. It was the bomb.
2 responses to “I Heart Hearts”
Does he have a brother? Or a clone???
Sigh! What a guy! Happy v-day!
Lisa Senauke from another planet