Pretty soft colours of the evening sky on Monday evening .. not spectacular .. just pretty! This is the view I have from my kitchen window ('Gerry's house' the one with the mole, brothel and now a loving family home is below, out of picture)
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Seventeen times as high as the moon
Where she was going I couldn't but ask her
For in her hand she carried a broom
"Old woman, old woman, old woman", quoth I
"Where are you going to up so high"
"To brush the cobwebs off the sky"
"May I go with you, yes, by and by"