Waiting for the Colour to Arrive

The Hoy Hills are still awaiting the brief visit of the Spring green.  Sandy Loch is currently very low.  Went to visit my Mum today and her struggle continues; there’s not much coherent conversation now.  However she did enjoy her porridge.  My s-i-l came round for a visit and a briefing.  Desmond is claiming to have written an elegant work that explores the multi-layered sonorities of a wind quintet.  It’s a shame he ever rediscovered how to wind up the gramophone again.  I blame Anita Harris.