Turn and wist

 

Shouting out good morning, New

Our dear deer I  mean rabbit was seen at dawn 

At home again where she oughter be.

A good lead to Spring.

And now she’s gone

Reality is Not what you think

 

Fold up gas pedals

Keep you alert,

on your toes.

Steady in the squeeze.

Reach out for me, Tiger.

Hold on to what you’ve got.

That’s saying a lot 

Warm then cold

 

Clouded over, though it probably means nothing

Wind picked up as forecasters predicted.

How did they know?

I said they because I think there are several.

My day

 

One of them

I’ll share with you.

No snow this morn.

Tai restaurant lunch planned a.

Been there four times,

Still don’t know what I’ll order

Or what I think of the place.

But I like Tai food, I think.

Dark start on the day

 

From the middle

Dad broke his fiddle

And he won’t play no more 

So he won’t play no more

He’s lost in the middle

Without out his fiddle

And dad won’t play 

No more 

Always was a morning Joe

Going where the women go 

And loving it

He’s got love to keep him warm

Final February week 24

 

This Sunday sounds sunny starting off

The day looks pleasant, what’d ya say?

Birds and hounds are on their way.

Stepping out in sunshine; quite a day.