YEARNING FOR AUTUMN COLOUR…

…in a tropical winter.

Chlorophyll almost gone…

The Man thinks I’m daft (and he has a point) to hanker after turning leaves and, at the same time, muffle myself in multiple fleecy layers!

But I can’t help it. Born in a southern Springtime,  I  am hard-wired for four sharply-defined seasons.

through a screen of shrubbery

The Amazon lily (Eucharis grandiflora) always comes up trumps.

No snake dramas today, folks. Well, not so far!

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Do you find  you sometimes have a silly- but- persistant little thought or idea rattling around in your head? No? Oh well, in that case you probably can’t answer my silly little question.

Can a wedgy be administered to someone wearing  thong underwear?

We need to know these things.

It’s Happy Hour chez Dinahmow… what’s your tipple?

16 thoughts on “YEARNING FOR AUTUMN COLOUR…

  1. “Administering a wedgy” is such an incongruous juxtaposition that I think I’ll just pause there and savour it. (“Savouring the administration of a wedgy” is even better. 🙂 )

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    • UB…but I’m down here in the largely-unexplored hemisphere. And those trees are,I believe, African and therefore confused so they drop leaves at any season.

      Yes, the thong is *like* a wedgy. But a wedgy proper cannot be self-administered.

      And guess what Australians, with their propensity for shortening words, call the wedge-tailed eagle?

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    • Celia…an icy sherry it is! In my memory, Suffolk is always “summer” while Norfolk is cold, dreary winter as that’s when I first ventured there.:-)

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