rabbit.....RABBIT.....!

it's the first of the month!
and all the new hottness that comes along with that,
including the collateral calendar flip,
is all of it absolutely in F*ing full effect.
.....especially the magically worded mantra.
yeah.
you know what's up.
first thing, four syllables, fresh from my face like hot fire spit-
the merry merry month o' may gets it's fair share
of cultivated coincidences courtesy of superstition
and the fortuitous circumstances that surround speaking
the same word twice, to make it all twice as nice.
yeeeeeeah.
believe it or not, but do it anyway.
that's it.
and the thing of it is-
i doo-doo that four-leafed three-legged two-time lucky-footed sh!t.
for sure.
so,
obviously,
i said it this time, too.
recognize:
RABBIT, RABBIT!
word is bond, neighbors,
and that's no joke.
also,
THIS is no joke:

for real,
a cast-iron skillet,
full of fresh baked sea-salted cinnamon raisin oatcake.
that's a thing.
and that thing was expert.
100% gluten absence, quite by accident,
and also a nice wheat-free wednesday treat by request.
huh?
what's that?
you want raisiny oatmeal somethings?
i got your oaten raisin somethings, no problem.
half a cup of whole thick cut rolled fancy oats,
soaked in a bowlful of boiling water,
with three tablespoons of melted butts added in.
mmmm. melted butts...
(that's imitation butter, and that's obvious.)
until it's all absorbed,
added to a cup of the darkest brown sugar,
creamed with a stick'a'butt,
and a splash of maple syrup, and some vanilla.
that mushy gets mixed into a cup and a quarter of coarse oat flour,
and a coupla cups of quick oats, too.
a single-serving cup of applesauce to bind it, warlock-style,
and a little bit of salt, baking soda to spread it out,
and a cuppa raisins rounded out the big action.
how about demerara sugar and big rock sea salt
doing tag team turnbuckle top rope tricks,
or at least acting as sprankles on top?
c'mon, friends-
it's a giant cookie pie,
in a giant black pan.
soft and sweet and salty and super-rad.
april's ending is today's best breakfast dessert.
that's real.
***********
it's raining super hard.
the whole of the woodsly goodness is submerged
under the kind of dark clouds that make the whole day
into a timewarp fugue of grey'o'clock shadows.
ugh.
of course,
there's plenty to do,
and plenty to see,
and people i gotta talk to, too.
and i guess i'll be singing my song, and telling my story, walkin',
in the damned deluge of this cold hard rain.
that's the way it all unfolds today it seems-
busy business is well underway.
day one, month five, rabbit rabbit activated and everything...
it's all really happening,
under the gloom and glower of a downpouring pitter and patter
or floodwater-fueling freshwater washout.
yikes.
this is it,
and today is the day.
the first,
the worst,
the one and only.
just like every day;
never quiet, never soft.....