The hole in Mr. M's old jeans got stitched down and the white threads were couched.
It was quite a tangle for awhile
Then, the repair just kept growing up.
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And down.-->
I asked Mr. M if he would like to model his jeans for the photo shoot. He scoffed. Fine with me. I had no intention of letting him wear them anyway.
So I got out my long denim coat from Istanbul and "posed" in the garden.
The jasmine is going crazy.
The pomegranate trees are turning a bright yellow.
And a final closeup.
I had a good time on this adventure.
I was dazzled.
Ah, yes, there is much to be thankful for.