All Purls. No Swine.
From Miles Davis and John Coltrane: https://youtu.be/9Zyr0IDaRXQ I shall not be dancing naked in the fields, or widdershins at midnight around the church tower, or anywhere else for that matter. I will be out looking at the sunset and appreciating the changing of the seasons (anyone who doesn't think summer's over wasn't standing with me… Continue reading Autumn Equinox, 2023
Today, September 22, 2022, is the first day of Autumn: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the… Continue reading To Autumn, 2022