I love Septembers, and I love to stretch in the middle of September – from one edge to the opposite, from its torrid start to its golden ending. The Puszta (the Great Plains where I live) is quite an exquisite place for stretching. Exquisite and nostalgic.
Any human needs to escape, once in a while, to run in the wild, to feel the wild, to be wild. A housewife makes no exception. Especially when she has a Fotomann who listens to her words, satisfies her needs, runs the errands for her and, yes, drives her into the wild!
This is me, a domestic cougar bunny turned wild, fooling around in my extended ecosystem.
Listen to the music by Victor Herbert Orchestra, recorded in 1910.
Stretch your dreams beyond the Great Plains.