1947. Seasonal Alphonso

Alphonso hated the Spring Equinox. It meant we’re heading towards summer, which is hot, sticky, and utterly uncomfortable.

Alphonso hated the Summer Solstice. It meant the hottest months are on their way.

Alphonso hated the Autumn Equinox. It meant we’re heading towards winter, which is cold, icy, and utterly uncomfortable.

Alphonso hated the Winter Solstice. It meant the coldest months are on their way.

Alphonso hated the weather on television. “They’re forever predicting bad weather. I’ll watch once they start being a bit more positive.”

22 thoughts on “1947. Seasonal Alphonso

        1. Bruce Post author

          Ha ha! We still have the fire going all day. I don’t know if you knew her on the blogs – but I see where Pauline King died (“The Contented Crafter”) She was a good friend (online) of Cynthia and came from Dunedin NZ. She also seemed to have lots of friends who followed my blog.

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    1. Bruce Post author

      Last night we celebrated the Spring Equinox – and unfortunately I had one glass of wine too many – or I think I must have judging from my state this morning,

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