Prompt from Ronda Del Boccio

Dreams are the strangest of things…. This prompt, I have seen it before. The same shelf but not the same contents. I my dream, the shelf contained a open Rumtopf pot, two rustic sourdough loafs along with a bottle of virgin oil and a bottle of fine balsamic vinegar.. The smell of olive trees and wild flowers percolated my dream as a volley bullets entered though an open window in Monte Cassino 1944. But you see I was not born until, 1948.

A hair cut

My apologies, with increasing age, dyslexia gets worse. Commenting on posts is problematic, even modern technology is now a challenge.