For the first time this Summer, the hills on the visible outskirts of town are hidden with a mist which promises to turn into sunshine. Yes, we are moving into that time when the competition between bloggers to be the first to quote some old playwright begins to niggle in the backs of our minds.
So, let's get it over with:
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
NOoooooo !!!!!! We are still in August and it's still Summer ...... you'll be mentioning the ' C ' word next !! .... mind you, it's getting darker so much earlier, isn't it ? .... and gathering swallows twitter in the skies...... XXXX
ReplyDeleteYou're right, Jack@ - the C word is next on the list.
Delete..... and the ' C ' game ?!!! XXXX
DeleteWell I did scrump a ripe fig this morning while out with The Dog.
ReplyDeleteWas that a euphemism?
DeleteSummer goes on until the end of October, that is if you use the three season calendar as I do.
ReplyDeleteSummer, winter, spring? I suppose this gives summer more of an arc, like a story with an end.
DeleteUsing the four elements system on the universe also provides a story without an end.
DeleteFour Elements ! That sounds a bit Wiccan too me ?
DeleteOr poet, as the case might be.
ReplyDeleteOr might not be.
DeleteWould it be possible for folks who will be quoting beautiful writing to mention the author? I doubt I will otherwise recognize the source, though I will enjoy the words.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Ask the others. I am only plagiarising.
DeleteI will be grateful for their info donations.
DeleteCongratulations on getting in first!
ReplyDeleteThank you Weave. I have to say that I was disappointed to read you latest post entitled 'The Earth Moved', only to find it was not a saucy account of an evening in with The Farmer. Oh well.
DeleteOh, I am looking forward to this season. The mist. The fruitfulness. I am all in.
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