A last breakfast
on the porch
and away
over the hill
which wasn’t nearly as snowbound as
expected and down
the other side to eventual Benicia for
houseguests, dinner for ten and then
Spring comes to the garden but
not so soon to the straits…
Still, despite certain temporary Cripplings of the Foot which
resulted in Interior Days,
it wasn’t like the sun didn’t shine
inside ‘n’ out our back door… until March’s mid, anyway, when a belated winter
decided to visit.
So…with Wrecks Tillerson having done his personal best to wreck the State Department and even so out of the White House, onwards into the breach, onto the brink, or…
Yep, onwards peoples.
the “last breakfast” doesn’t look so edible
Lots of fiber, chewy…
Wacky politics, wacky weather!
I’m amazed Donny can keep finding more people to run thru his White House disposal. Is there an endless supply of wacked people lacking scruples, longing to be flushed down the drain of history?
Sorry to hear about the bad feet…hoof AND mouth disease is pretty nasty. Hope you’re better soon.