Would you like to come sit with me in my garden,
and drink too much cheap wine under a dark country night sky spattered with more stars than you knew existed;
and expose the deepest musings of your heart, your intellect; the oddest twists of your humour?

I promise you safety,comfort, response, hospitality:
I hope for similar
but expect nothing.
I’ll be content I know, in the pleasure of your company.

RSVP