A four line poem about: the first date.
Six years ago today I met for the very first time the woman I'd marry under an oak tree on a sunny afternoon in Osoyoos. I can assure you, I didn't see that one coming at the time.
Had a pretty good market this morning and now I be tired. I suspect next week I might accept when help is offered, as doing it on my own was a bit much. Interesting experience, certainly, and I'm now able to say I've done it. But... yeah, help is good.
Oh, right, picture. Here's the view after I finished setting up:
The story of us began
Six short yet long years later,You mean the world to me.