Last night’s sky reminded me of another picture, taken a lifetime ago. For various reasons this is what I call a farmer’s sky.
And so we’re into one of the warmest springs in memory.
Red sky at night…
Heading into a few warm days, only a couple of weeks ago this was early spring along the river.
Pulled some of the leaves away and these were underneath. At the moment you couldn’t tell they’re daffodils. But it sure looks like spring to me.
Okay, it’s not exactly all hands on deck yet, but the first of the fuschias is reporting in, that’s a good sign.
Still looking for the definitive picture of the Fergus sessions, but this seems to capture something. We don’t spend the whole time in stitches, but now and then somebody twinkles and the room roars. We’re there for the tunes, but this is also good.
I don’t know why this confuses some people. It’s really quite simple.
Question: What is the plural of bass?
Answer: More bass.
What’s confusing in that?
Last night’s sky reminded me of another picture, taken a lifetime ago. For various reasons this is what I call a farmer’s sky.
