BLUEMOMENT

and Mellow fruitfulness is upon us.
Dear Heart and I took our evening stroll yesterday and came back laden with blackberries.
The pie is being baked as I type and my wheetiebangs were enhanced this morning by the remainder.

Season of mists all right.
I mist out on more sailing.
I mist out on wind on several occasions.
I mist out in going to several places I'd wanted to go to.

And on one trip, with no wind, all we found was missed. Had to use the foghorn.