dogs and squash

And insects too.

Three squashes, one green...

two yellow, too few.

For this recipe amounted to something quite new.

Fanned and breaded, pan-fried! And my socks were blew!

Not too much later though, and a storm did come through.

Dark at first, then real rainy, but then a sure clearing with even blue.

A spider dropped down, not too sure why. Maybe he or she just wanted to say 'hi,'

either to me or to the bottles, golden in hue, housed on the windowsill, filled with cloves ready to be used.

Alas, the dog keeps us company again,

finding new toys, but abandoning them when...