Well, the party is over around the homestead today.
It's back to work.
Laundry is hanging on the line, I've tidied up my paperwork, straightened up the pantry, and now that Passover has... well.... passed over, I can eat bread again.
The butter is softening on the counter, ready for a nice slice of heel.
But first we have to get this dough into the oven.
That's four loaves right there.
I wish you could hear the sound of the wild canary that is singing just outside the window. I THINK he and his mate are building a nest in a hole in the eave. We'll see.
(I feel duty bound to inform your readership that you do NOT live on a farm. You only WISH you lived on a farm. Those are two distinctly different things. Fess up now.)
I fess.
And no fresh bread for you.
(....... well.... there's a farm within a three mile radius. That MIGHT qualify.... is that the bread you make with freshly ground wheat?)
Yep.
And it's too late. You are off the list.
(But you know the aphorism... 'If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride' don't you? I have to tell the truth. I can't help myself!)
There are more things in heaven and earth, (),
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Oh for pity's sake. Give him a piece of bread so he'll shut up. You two are giving me a headache.
I want HONEY on MY bread, not butter!
Sigh.
I think I'm going back up to the creek.
I wish you could hear the sound of the wild canary that is singing just outside the window. I THINK he and his mate are building a nest in a hole in the eave. We'll see.
(I feel duty bound to inform your readership that you do NOT live on a farm. You only WISH you lived on a farm. Those are two distinctly different things. Fess up now.)
I fess.
And no fresh bread for you.
(....... well.... there's a farm within a three mile radius. That MIGHT qualify.... is that the bread you make with freshly ground wheat?)
Yep.
And it's too late. You are off the list.
(But you know the aphorism... 'If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride' don't you? I have to tell the truth. I can't help myself!)
There are more things in heaven and earth, (),
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Oh for pity's sake. Give him a piece of bread so he'll shut up. You two are giving me a headache.
I want HONEY on MY bread, not butter!
Sigh.
I think I'm going back up to the creek.