It’s not time to worry yet. (Harper Lee)
Lovely thought — not yet.
Home now, safe from
the rigors of super-highway.
Husband on the mend.
Step-daughter on the warpath.
Me on my Journey,
like we all are.
Green going up the mountain,
steel-cut oats on the burner,
tapioca cooling, covered
by plastic wrap, makes it creamy.
Too much raw milk.
Gotta be transformed.
Swiss cows on newly
green and gold grass
produce heady stuff.
Food of the gods.
Will it appease
them
this day?