Labor Day Weekend was probably the last of the reading-in-the -hammock days until next summer and I chose a typical "beach read" -- one of those which doesn't lose its train of thought during a nap.
There was a slight breeze and the sun sparkled down through the canopy of leaves. It was quiet and I became drowsy as I read. Then two words just popped off the page, "Joyous Naughtiness."
Oh, My! What would happen if my life, my paintings and my writing were filled with those two words?