March comes in this year like a rabbit/lamb, and the day begins as a very still and balmy 22 degrees. But waiting until after sunrise,
the heat brought the wind, the wind brought the howling,
the howling brought the lions, and the lions brought the fever.
No, it was the other way around; the fever brought the lions. One of my colleagues gave me this lion picture he had taken. He went on safari in Africa and came back with a recurrent fever. I gave him a picture of his blood cells, nicely labeled. He returned the favor with a picture of lions.
And now March is here. In like a rabbit/lamb/dog/lion/Plasmodium. Too much coffee.
Thunderstorms...
ReplyDeleteWhen March blows its horn,
your barn will be filled with hay and corn.