Alas, the rooster failed to crow, So this morn I’m a little behind time! Despite forgoing my daybreak ritual, Moreover, the rain is unforgiving, Starts to gush out soon after nine, A drenched suit declared my tardiness, And guess whom I bumped into first? My patron, right by the front door, Hideous, with a missing…
Month: September 2022
South of France
Something stimulating about picking, your own, Vegetables and fruits, fresh from the garden. Red and green, amber when ripe, juicy grapes, Bursting brown figs, sans bugs and unpecked, So sweet, you devour both interior and rind, Lettuce and carrots, contingent on the season. First thing in the morn, prior to the commute, Through constricted streets…