We went to the park this weekend. It was quite gloomy and true enough, it rained. Good thing that the park has an outdoor gazebo where people flocked for shelter. We waited there until the rain had stopped. While we were there, my wife and I talked about having our own big garden and gazebo. Maybe, we would buy a farm land in the province and build a home there where we would retire. Then, our grand kids would just visit us there.
Wishful thinking, huh! That's what aging brings about, I guess. Well, I am about tot turn 51 tomorrow.