Pastoral

The mornings have gone dark. I notice no-one saw fit to consult me about this. Quincey looks very pretty, all gold and russet. His changes had me worried that he had caught fireblight, but no, apparently they are connected to a local phenomenon know as 'Autumn.' Hmm. No pears this year, as he has no arborial chum to pollinate with, but we shall see what we can do for 2006. A robin has taken up residence in the back hedge, giving the cats something to kill other than frogs.

I am procrastinating here because I have lots and lots of work to do. My malingering has been successful up to now, but as the sun has finally committed itself to the day, I can't delay much longer.

You see, when Summer was here, I could just run out there, chase the gulls and play in the garden. And when Winter comes, I can curl up next to the fire and listen to the wind. The trouble with Spring and Autumn is that they're so busy, it makes one feel guilty for not being industrious.

But not that guilty. Time for more coffee methinks *yawns*

Not Baby Gap

You see, I might have turned out differently if I had been dressed like this:

https://luckylildevil.com/LLD.html

as opposed to being stuck in those cutie pastel rompers and wee cardigans. Take heed, half_orc and all other parents, prospective and actual, of my acquaintance: if I get your kiddies any kind of clothes, these will be the ones. OK, so some are trying way too hard, but the buttons are funky, and my favourite baby fashion accessory of all time has got to be the bib with the slogan "Cereal Killer".

Babies need Rock too.