How now, brown cow? This a favorite line because it rhymes (or Rhine (s))…in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do. A dollop of pancake with a lick of coffee and a stab at bacon…we close the door on the madness outside. He warms up with chit chat and plans for the garden and I am cozy with the stack of new books and old favorites and the promise of simple tasks…and the forever stalling of Spring. Stuck in the middle of nowhere to go with not much to do…February’s core.
February 23, 2023
690 Saint Paul 