And what does one do when that cleaver
North wind comes 'round
and stirs ones' soul...
Well, pie sounds like a good one to me...
and the rains have finally come and I
have changed the mood of my blog,
at least I think I have, my computer won't tell
me for sure, so I leave it to the cleaver
North wind and my Gypsy whims...
My flock stands on the edge of my porch
wondering what this strange stuff is...
My aloe takes a long soothing drink,
though the cocktail is laced with radiation from
our safe nuclear n coal power plants and the
round-up ready products that have ruined
all plant life as we know it...
it is a good day, after the rains...
and the pie...!
