I got nuttin'.
*heavy sigh*
Nuttin'.
Not even a headache or stubbed toe to complain about.
*heavy sigh*
Well, whether the weather be wrong, or whether the weather be right,
we always got the weather,
Right!?
30° on the Front Porch.
30 degrees of a sudden and extreme horripilated eruption of goosebumps. Along with a side order of instant frozen fingers. Some dishes are extremely difficult to savor. But it can be done. Or, so I like to believe. One must ponder the dish long and hard to find a positive flavor. Or, aroma perhaps. It smelled good out on the Front Porch. I know, I know, it's decay. As I said before, I prefer to think of it as the ripening BEFORE the decay.
Winter is coming.
May your winter bring you many delightful days and chilly sensory input, without which, we would not have the necessary data to properly process the warm days that will follow.
Love and Happiness to you, my Fellow Travelers.
Vivi Ridi Ama
