The next leg of our bohemian gypsy's trip led her through farm fields and over valleys and hills to the sparkling waters of the ocean bay. There lived her sister in a house that reeked of Tuscany. And there on her sister's dining room table were the most beautiful peonies this gypsy had beheld in a long, long while. There was even a white one splashed with scarlet, like the kind that used to grow in her own gypsy yard! Oh and the smell.... heaven, to be sure.
And what was that extravagantly perfumed purple thing? All this bohemian could do was breathe in and smile. She could NOT stop smiling...Her visit with her sister and their mother included (but was not limited to) coffee (yea! more coffee!), lovely egg salad sandwiches, and strawberry shortcake for dessert. The mother and the sister agreed that this was a very fine restaurant indeed! But the afternoon wound slowly to a close and so the bohemian gypsy sadly said her farewells and turned her heart toward home.

Still
oh so comfy in her little denim sundress, she sat out in her very own backyard, in her very own lounge chair and treated herself to (some MORE) strawberries and whipped cream. And for variety she added a banana and a nectarine. mmmmmmmm...

She smiled oh so satisfactorily, rather a lot like the Cheshire cat, and her bare toes wriggled oh so contentedly...
Oh, yes. It had been an outrageously glorious bohemian day. yes, ma'am. indeed.
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