Three weeks into the New Year and there had been no visible signs of winter.
Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth in her speech to the Guildhall on November 24, 1992 had said that it “is not a year on which I shall look back with undiluted pleasure.
“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” so wrote Shelley in his Ode to the West Wind. And since I am a mere mortal, one cannot possibly even attempt to disagree with the Shelleys of this world.
10-12-14…if I were you, I would probably follow it up with 16-18-20 but as I am not you (and thankfully you are not me), I will have you know that logically what follows is 11-12-14 followed by 12-12-14, because today is the tenth day of the twelfth month of the fourteenth year of the twenty first century!
It’s the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, or so wrote John Keats.