A four line poem about: vultures.
We enjoyed a successful trip up to Kelowna today, under mostly clear skies (nice) and totally clear roads (awesome). We picked up enough eggs, cheese, and breads at the market to keep us going for a while, along with some spelt flour for pancakes, pizza crusts, and whatever else Kat gets the urge to make with it.
Tomorrow shall be a day of resting, and maybe a few other things. Mostly resting though.
The sands stretch out before me,
There are vultures overhead;
They invite me to dinner,But I hope they starve instead.