So yer oot and aboot wif yer sketch-ups, are ye then lad? Looks right Summery. Glad to see ye went mobile again on the Ploos Boos!
I've been busy as heck. Missed you guys. Weather's been on and off, hot enough to rouse ol' Mr. Rudyard Kipling to take up pen again. . . except that here, unlike in India, the pen would singe 'is callouses clean off. And then, we get days what's fit for other writers of the more pinkie raisin' garden party genteel narrative. Go fig. Mum Nature's gone schizophrenic. Failed to take 'er meds I fear.
Was at a wedding this weekend and the sun was angled at about 10:00 straight into me eyes, when out of the sun, swoopin' in at the groom came the bride like the Red Barron, flower petals spewing left and right like shells from a Vickers gun. Boy, talk about a radiant bride! KAAAAPOW!!! The groom never stood a chance to get away. . . (lucky fellow). . .
Be well, lad. Lookin' grand!
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream