Never Beat A Dead Horse

   Not only will I beat a dead horse, but I will breathe life into it, and beat it again. What in the world else would you do with a dead horse? Who makes up these "folk" sayings? What is the true meaning? I would never really beat a horse.....but a dead horse, the idiom that it is, is having a beat down!

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( to the nineteen followers, that signed whatever was needed to follow my blog, you are the cream on my coffee!) ( I one day will understand what a blog is??) (and how to improve) BUT..until then keep reading.

We just returned from Paris, and I will have a few entries that talk about my trip. It was a big trip, and deserves my attention. Love was in the air yesterday, while writing, today it is all about "no sun" in France.

There is my dead horse, lack of sunshine, sucks the life out of me. Cool weather, damp weather, gray weather is my nightmare. In Paris, the sun would peek out, between clouds, just to tease. Paris will taunt the faint of heart, with her batting lashes of sunshine. I would sit in the beautiful city parks, strangled with scarves, looking oh so, Chanel! Paris was gray, with glitter, and that saved her.

After a week, we headed to Northern France, Lorraine, Metz, Nancy, toes into Germany. Beautiful farms,wine country, rolling hills, and green fertile land surrounded us. Rain, wind and cold came with that beauty. The sky was black, to gray, for eight long days. No sun shinning on any cobblestone streets, no sun causing me to hang up my raincoat. No Hermes scarf is pretty enough to block out this weather. Plus, now I was on my own, my partner in crime was teaching. I would walk, yes walk, walk, walk everyday all around the city, enjoying my alone time. I would go to my churches, and this time light candles for my dead horse, is that wrong? Praying for sunshine, I think not."  I would buy flowers, and think that would lift my spirits. I went to movies, that were ancient and I know had black mold growing, to shelter myself from the storm.

How do people live in cities, towns that are gloomy. I knew I was just visiting, I had hope. I went into a pharmacy to see if they even had suntan lotion, so I could sniff it, none!! French people in this area, are very pale. If you were pale in my house, growing up, you stayed home from school AND had flat ginger ale.

My vacation was awesome, all of it, just different degrees of awesomeness!!???

I came home to Atlanta Georgia, to honeysuckles blooming their heads off, windows open, sunshine streaming in. Glad to see my real sunshine, my kids and animals.

Home for me, is where the sun shines, and all dead horses are buried!