november cometh, and the shrubs do wilt....

and the beard has on offer a potential prize to whoever can tell me from where that quote comes.... for the Beard, as all (or at least some) know is a lover of quotes, quotations and quoting.... even to the extent that a whole day was once spent responding to every query, question and enquiry with a relevant quote from Alan partridge.. no mean feat, I'm sure you will agree.. but despite the best efforts of lorry seats, flower pots and karate knees, theBeard is back to plague the old information dual carriageway..... but I digress.. now, for a while I have been promising news of my friend Andy, and his canvas sheltering attempts.. well, with the true spirit of Scouting rearing its head, Andy has been forcibly evicted from his tent, and locked in a shed.... well, in a manner of speaking..... it seems that the staff on said site have taken pity on the (relatively) harmless loony who has descended upon them from the uttermost midlands, and have seen fit to avoid the finding of frozen hypothermic bodies (and believe me, they can seriously clog your lawn mower...) and have therefore allowed him the use of a shed.... which, by the time this reaches you, should have been painted, cleaned and moved into, which apparently makes the thing a hut rather than a shed..... or possibly even a cabin..... but I digress..... the sight of Andy besuited from his tent every morning must have been a strange one.. but possibly no stranger than seeing him at any other time.... but apart from that, he seems to be doing well.... and we're all waiting for him to graduate to a shack, buy a banjo and start wearing gingham... but I digress.... good luck to him in his venture.... and all being well, he should be receiving a surprise around Yule Time.... if I can get organised.... which to be honest is unlikely..... but there we are..... but november is drawing on, and the new year is off to a flying start.... the first frost has come, and the Beard is still trying out names for the last year.... heading the list so far are The Year of the Van, The Year of Taking Control, or possibly The First Year of Two Blogs..... who knows.. I sahll decide on one eventually... but until all our years have the names we wish, a Happy (belated) New Year to one and all, and Wisebeard salutes you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!