It hasn’t quite gotten to this colour around here yet — another few weeks, though.
But it is cool enough so that we finally gave up and turned Cedric on last night. Who is Cedric? The boiler for the heating system. I do hope that we are not the only ones who give odd names to at least some of our supposedly inanimate objects. Supposedly. Not everything gets a name. But some things do. Cedric, for instance. Then there is Fergie, who is an elderly but still quite functional Ferguson tractor. Or Girl, who is the lawn tractor and mower and in the wintertime sometime snowblower — who got the name Girl after the poem (“there was a little girl who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good she was very very good, and when she was bad she was horrid.” Remember that one?).
Whimsy never hurts…
Acair Fearann 