We've begun returning Andre's driveway to it's original, pulling up the corn plants that've been harvested and taking out the melon plant that gave up all of three mediocre melons.
The clouds!!! What'll we do when we no longer go across the street to water?
These days it's all about travels in the warrens of the web.
As we near the holiday season, here's a lullaby.
I decided, for reasons unknown, to leave the g-word capitalized.
The melody, according to Wiki, dates beck to 1818. The lyrics were written by Herr J.W. Hey who first published them in 1837. Just fyi, dontchyaknow?
I found this in Leslie Caron's memoir Thank Heaven.
It's become such a rarity it's now worthy of a blogpost. As noted in the video's description, an afternoon shower was, in the '70s and early '80s (and probably before) a common occurrence, usually happening every few days.
This is the 1st in several years.
