Howling Wolf’s Drumbeats

As we sit beneath another day of incessant rain I cannot bring myself to wax lyrical about the Howling Wolf up above and his continuous drumbeats on the skylight.

I therefore present an earlier relevant post most of my readers will not have seen:

From the days when my blog had yet to build up interest, this deals with literary thoughts stimulated by frightening weather and more.

Jacqueline and Elizabeth visited in time for dinner for which Jackie produced succulent roast lamb; crisp roast potatoes; al dente carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli; tender runner beans, and meaty gravy. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden, my sisters drank CEO Mencia Bierco 2019, and I finished the Cabernet Sauvignon.