Our parents inflict their music on us, except I did not inflict my music on my children, I gave them the gift of great musical taste (funny how my parents said exactly the same thing......). There is a song 'Three wheels on my wagon', it is a song I grew up with and was sung by the New Christy Minstrels. Apperently it was written by Burt Bacharach, I think its fair to say it was not one he is best known for and there it is, wired into my brain, waiting to pop out when I least expect it.
I tweeted a picture of my lonesome quince, it was commented on that it was not plumping up very much. It has not plumped up since that comment either. I think if I touched it it might fall off, so I don't touch it. I hold my breath. I send it positive thoughts.
One quince on my wagon.....
Higgity, haggity, hoggety, high* as they say.
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(Three Wheels on my Wagon music Burt Bacharach, Words Bob Hilliard 1961)