But, as it is growing shorter, it is not too bad.
And, there is a bright, golden haze on the meadow, which is the sort of thing that Howard Keel would sing about – if he were still alive.
(Need to check that)
No, he’s gone; but, he reached 85 and had one heck of a career, so that’s not so bad.
And his memory lives on – as I have just provened (‘provened’ being a mix of ‘proven’ and ‘proved’).
Anyway, all ideas approaching my mind are looked at, observed, and watched until it is decided whether they should be rejected, assimilated (I am Borg) or put into the ‘pending’ tray.
Nothing too exciting yet from today’s mind-meanderings – you never know, there is still time.
Time is up.
Nothing of too much interest to report – I have a lot of things to do when I get back – looking forward to my coffee – I shall report to you straight away if owt of any worth is unturned.