"The gloomy months of November,.......

............. when the people of England hang and drown themselves."
- Joseph Addison (1 May 1672 - 17 June 1719) English essayist, poet, playwright and politician.


.breakfast
.work
.evening meal out with father in law

Home ..... flowers that friend kindly brought ... Blip

Tomorrow ........ London and off to see Christy Moore at the Festival Hall Hopefully get a few blips in the city.


A flower's fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile,
available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar.
Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force,
all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth.
We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages,
we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire.
- Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses, 1990, p. 13