Little Ole Wine Drinker Me . . Dean Martin

After the dentist this morning I took the long way home and stopped to blip these vines now covered in their nets to protect the grapes from the birds.  The season is moving along.  
No fillings needed but he will put a protective covering on the edge of my two front teeth that are eroding a little.  The ravages of time.  I didn't expect to discuss philosphy with my dentist but we had a mostly one sided conversation about what gets us through life. I chipped in with my favourite bit of Leonard Cohen, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.  My dentist came back with the whole verse, ring the bells  that still can ring, forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.