No retreat!

Pool height is maxed. Geraniums and Sybils are BFFs to the lantanas and we are champions of the lounges. We may not be omniscient but we are Norfolk. A lapse from sensibility doesn't curb your komodo if you pay attention to what's goin' on. That 20 year ago stuff belongs in the nostalgia segment and we're already on the 30 minute foreplay for some corn and baked spuds.

Unlike touring a la Coachella featuring the moat, our devotion to the framer's nuances propels us. When the pursuit of happiness ended 20 years ago the venture shifted to omnivoral diction. Now we reap the growth instead of plowing it under. Can you spell monasticism?