Sing a song of winter,
pocketful of frost,
autumn on the table,
memory embossed,
comfort à la ketchup,
troubles roundly dashed,
with plated fall Nirvana,
meatloaf, potatoes mashed.
Ah, dear reader, it brings a tear to the eye, doesn’t it? We’ve touched on the miracle of meatloaf before, but I must again. Our intrepid wildlife photographer, S.W. Berg, has once again captured the moment in its lair. Slathered with ketchup gloss, what could be better on this crisp November morning with my neighbor’s Christmas tree sparkling through his opened front door? I hate it in the stores, but I love it on my street! Bring it on! Lights, meatloaf, action!
Thank you, Bill,
and thanks to The Grey Goose in Hampton, VA.
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