Longer daylight hoursWarmerNo thanks. He’s sleeping outside nowThe bed burglar has vamoosedHalf vamoosed, still available for tummy rubsAnd chin tickles.Treats time unchangedOrThe Look.
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And Time For Tea
Grandma, the Aunts, the joyous cries of summer on the way. Pohutukawa blooms up the Coromandel coast are here. Will be here forever.No time to stand and stare. Things to do. Christmas cake, those morning teas, lunches, the longed for long drawn out afternoon tea.And time for tea.
Enjoy Your Day
And while the Scotsmen slept, the invadors, Norsmen, crept up. An ambush. A cry of pain. Indignation. A would be conqueror had met his match. On one leg the Norsman hopped, cursed and removed a thistle. Ambush averted. Today the ‘Scotch Thistle is the national emblem of Scotland. Hopping across their sheep runs South IslandContinue reading “Enjoy Your Day”
Pause and Breathe
The kitchen bench shinesThat last irritating trickle,clatter of breakfast dishes, done.Morning walk, escapeTwo at a time stride up the steps And pause
Fresh and Cool
First, up the steps, I must count them all Past the poplars, gaunt and tall Morning walk, one must keep fit Must stack that wood before I quit It’s cool, by 5 the fire lit A beer, and then the dinner call
There be Gold
A & G Price is a local heavy engineering business providing employment going back to our gold mining days. These days it is held in some affection, many of our Thames families have connections with the gold mining industry. It was founded in 1868 in Onehunga, New Zealand by Alfred and George Price from Stroud, Gloucestershire. ItContinue reading “There be Gold”
Thoughts Bobbing
Morning walkKeep fit, thoughts bobbing, cats to greet, an eager dog strong at the leash.“Morning, another good day on the way.”An old identity.“Oh no, I’m still seen as a newcomer. I’ve only lived here for forty years and the old timers, lovely people, taking their time to see me as one of them.”One of them.Continue reading “Thoughts Bobbing”
After Breakfast
Longer daysColour dances in the windTwo pedestrians, hum of trafficMorning
The Sound of Hail
End of a sunny day. Mornings of spring chill. Longer days. Then the sound of individual hailstones. Many, a short, heavy hailstorm. So endeth Friday.
It’s Been a Long Time
Just one glass and time for memories.Surprised that so much recalled after such a long time. Confidence of an old friendship.Sun slips below the window sill.Bone structure. That never changes. That patina of age.Yes, the mannerisms of speech so familiar now. The mouth, eyes looking up, a cconsidered reply.Long married, successful adult children, grandchildrenIts beenContinue reading “It’s Been a Long Time”
David in Pen and Pics 