November 11--Spain, Lion Passant. "In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight..." I love that song but lions don't live in jungles. Lions live on the savanna, on the open plains with acacia trees and a few scrubby bushes. But I hear that song in those falsetto voices with that rhythmic back beat and logic flies right out the window. Where was I? Oh, lions. I think of lions and hear the memory of the Mesker Park lions roaring to be fed. I hear their echoing calls ricochet down the hill in the humid morning air. I remember the sounds Grandma and Grandpa made in the kitchen, having coffee and talking. Yes, I like lions.
I'm outta here. Time to make myself an extra-cheesy grilled cheese on Italian bread for lunch (with a prunes chaser perhaps) and then make some cupcakes. There may have to be some quality control testing later... Any volunteers?