Wednesday, January 04, 2012


Languid pyjama mornings with feet up,
Dallying and dreaming over the Vogue Living
and everlasting cups of tea,

Days of sunshine and steamy heat,
slapped out of the malaise
by thunderstorm and deluge,
over in a flash,

Major Mitchell's parrots
cloud the greengage tree in pink and grey,
squawking and crying and tossing the pits,

Children industrious, exploring toy boxes,
unearthing forgotten fluffy friends and games,
playing and bickering,

The luthier leaves for the workshop just a little later in the morning
and maybe an 'early minute' each afternoon.

Cousins, aunts, uncles coming and going,
shouting and joking, instigating adventures.

Art sparks and easels at the gallery
reminded Grandpa that despite shaky hands,
drawing is possible

Water fights, swimming pools, parties at the beach to look forward to,

Evening marked with Magner's pear cider on ice.

Today, a cool breeze, blue sky, cotton ball clouds and no plans.


Jenny said...


chrisartist said...

Sounds heavenly!
Had a week off last week but back into busy work this week.
Loved the part where Grandad was creating art.

Isis said...

the perfect summer

Fer said...

Beautifully written.

(I'm partial to a Magners too!)

Mama Mogantosh said...

Lyrical, lovely. Love the parrots.

ally said...

Never tried the Magners but your summer is lovely