Adventures of The Italian Singer
The rail trail is behind my home. Every morning I would hear Italian singing coming from the trail, from a biker along the path. I would chuckle, as I would sip my coffee on my deck.The question is, who is the Italian singer? As the Summer months came upon us.The absence of the Italian singer was evident. I missed my morning concert. Aw!! Till, Saturday morning. The singer appeared with his loud serenade. My Husband even laughed, never hearing him before. I'm glad he came back and is able to sing to us. Till we meet again.Bravo! Thank you for a wonderful concert. We had great seats and are looking forward to more singing from the trail.You put a Smile on our face:) Do you have a backyard story to share? Leave a comment.Back to School tomorrow! Have a great week ahead.