Marty

Enjoy the rain, bro! Hopefully Albert won't get jealous of all our rain. (Actually, it's still dry here.)

Happy Sunday, everyone! Another bright, but cold, day here. Once again there's a possibility of some rain later in the day, but hopefully it won't be a lot. I finished turning the ground for this year's peas and beans in the vegetable garden yesterday, and made a start on the area where I plan to grow my root crops (onions, carrots, parsnips, beets, etc). I'll hopefully get that finished today, or at least the bulk of it. Then it will just be the brassica area that needs preparing.

As did my paternal grandfather when my father was a boy. I never met him, however. I do remember my maternal grandfather had a horse and cart for his greengrocery business, and one of his sons had a horse and cart, as well - although he was a 'rag and bone' man (think Steptoe and Son, if that British sitcom TV program made it across the Pond).

Four years ago this weekend (Sunday, 9th April, 2017 to be precise) I attended the County Longford Ploughing Championships here in Ireland (about 80km/50miles from my home). Whilst much of the ploughing was done using large tractors, I was more interested in the horse ploughing. There were even a few ploughs being pulled by donkeys (asses), and a few individuals using loys (foot ploughs) which were operated solely by a human being). Here's a short video I took showing one man whose two horses responded entirely to his voice (and the reins), without him ever once having to go forward and lead them by their bridles (I'm sure Gary will correct me if I'm using the wrong term there). There were several dozen horse ploughs on the day, but this was the only ploughman who was able to completely control the horses from behind. You may notice towards the end of the clip two different ploughmen who had to go forward and lead the horses to get them to turn around at the end of the furrow...

I made porridge, with a few prunes and blueberries (plus a small dash of honey).

Seep (oops!) Sleep well, B!

I started university in 1966. When that song first came out in 1967 it was added to the jukebox in the bar in the Students Union building. It quickly became a favourite with the students and, when I left university in 1971 it was still on the jukebox and played at least once every night I was in the bar (often enough I would be the one to put it on). It was one of only two songs that stayed on the union bar jukebox during the time I was there. The other one was Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit (also released in 1967).

And you, bro!

Hi, Albert!

Happy Saturday, all! It's a bright sunny day at the moment here; although the forecast suggests we might get rain in the afternoon. Only about 6°C/43°F, so feeling more like a bright winter's day rather than spring. Once I've finished my second coffee I shall probably head out and do a bit more soil preparation in the vegetable garden whilst the weather stays dry - although I shall have to come back in for a one hour Zoom session later.

And the guys who wear it?

So let me get this straight bro... You have a non-plaid shirt ! ! ??

You should show proper respect for the almighty Cod, bro, with a capital letter at the start...

Greetings, young Albert

Oh my ooops yes of course! off I go make it right I wouldn't get too embarrassed about it, ma fée innocente... I somehow think that Phil The Greek would have laughed his head off if he had been able to see that unintentional double-entendre.

Not that I'm a fan of the royal family, but he was quite a character in his day. He was 99, so if he'd lived to his next birthday, he'd have qualified one of those special congratulatory messages the queen sends out to all 100 year old UK citizens.. Let's just hope Lizzie doesn't get old and grumpy, the same as Queen Victoria did after Albert died. Seriously, though, I was sad to hear the news.

Another cold overcast day here again, today. And tonight is promised to get down below freezing. Heading out in little over an hour to meet up with my social bubble. I'd better have a shower first, and have just looked in the mirror and realised I haven't shaved in a week. I better scrape all the stubble off, as well, beforehand... Unfortunately, if I don't shave these days I tend to look more like this... than this...

I think this story by @Jason MH is the one you are looking for, @Lchase179...

It's after midnight... Friday I'm meeting up with my social bubble for a takeaway. Good night, all!

You know it Where are the polka dots?

Cold, mainly overcast, and afternoon/evening drizzle here. Not really a day for gardening.

I'm trusting that all those checks were check marks, and not checks (cheques this side of the Pond) that you were writing for the various handymen doing the job...

Thanks, Parker! I initially had the first and third lines reversed; but decided it fits the haiku format better the way I finally wrote it .

Greetings, young Albert!