It's Monday, and despite the fact that I'm not really having a Margarita Monday, I have another beautiful photo of one of my friend Julie's concoctions.
Sour Cherry. From her backyard tree.
I don't think my friend Julie drinks much at all these days. I might have one or two drinks with dinner or while I cook. So the Monday Margarita is a state of mind. Palm trees. Waves. The bright green flash of wild parrots. Maybe a strolling band of mariachis, conversation with a friend. My checkbook lying idle on my desk, and no more attorney bills to pay.
