The “old man clothèd all in leather” is certainly apropos your “misty moisty morning”. And Steeleye Span started up their diddly dee in my head the very moment I read your headline. On this side of the world, we are in autumn – which itself is (as Keats reminds us) a “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” – and a friend has today brought me a jar of his freshly-made marmalade, which I will find irresistible at breakfast on the next misty moisty morning. Thanks for another delightful post.
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