Whilly Nilly goes the door as spring waffles at the entrance. Mom would say “Shut the door!”, dad would say, “Either stay in or get out!”. But not merely for pancakes does the equinox bring other sweets. Some do prefer the waffle, steady or wavering.
Waffles were originally the branded part of a steer’s skin after roasting over a fire. Just the crunchy part. When the dermis is dipped and deliriously fried, puffing up like Chicharron it resembles the infamous Belgian Waffle we drench in the syrup of the Maple tree.
Don’t believe me, don’t look it up.
While a fortnight of warm had passed by some weeks ago, there is no doubt that the lion we dread is nigh on our doorstep. The upside being, that the whole world is not going to pot, but that the penultimate day of the 6-week hiatus is Wednesday, bringing Thursday, as the last of the season. Rodents are Rarely Right. I read the book.
Book the removal of mudders and all and sundry accoutrements designed for winter traction control from all methods and modes of transportation. Trust me on this as I can run the numbers if you like. A Cuz’in I know you like when I do!
Not happen’in dis time Cocky!
I will or have Pruned that which bears fruit. The real Macintosh detruncated water sprouts and to beautify. Like a Bonsai but more timely. Using the DDD method of course, Dangerous, Dead, and Desired. I trilogy of guidance for the uninitiated. Of course, the unwashed and I know that which follows. Gleaning from marrow to pith and pome that tasty apple from the tree we prune.Let the cold rule till the day Thor called his own.
Pulling on a pulli till then.
Make it a Macchiato Mary, its cold out there.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai.