#Food #Fowc #Finest
For many years
Its been the family tradition to bring out the
Nicest crockery and glassware at special occasions
Even candles are displayed alongside the fruitbowl
Something to keep
Those festivals special, especially for the little uns
#Easter #Holiday
The collective heads at the weather office
looked dumbfounded at the view outside the window
it was a common convention – it rained on a Bank Holiday
and yet, blue skies and sun were the order of the day
flowers were drenched in sunshine
and people were enjoying picnics in the park
as confectioners ran with their easter eggs
to keep their creations whole.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ready, Set, Done!.”
In my room, on the top of a cupboard by my writing desk, lives a relatively old biscuit tin. Its Metallic red in colour and has the main characters of the Winnie-the-Pooh stories on it.
There’s Winnie-the-pooh (or as I like to call him ‘Pooh Bear’), his small friend Piglet, His not so gloomy friend – Eeyore the donkey and his Bouncy friend, Tigger. The outside rim of the tin has pictures associated with the Hundred Acre Wood where they live in the stories, namely bees and their hives and butterflies.
At the moment – the tin isn’t being used for anything sweet…more to hold the device used to buy something sweet, Odd stray coppers, and silver coins liberally adorn the gold coloured base of the tin. At Christmas, the coins will vacate to be used for the next occupants – namely bags of fudge or sweets and later, biscuits – which will be the ones made for the tree itself – made of shortbread and tasting of vanilla honey or chocolate (Pooh Bear would appreciate that a lot)
After Christmas, the biscuits will be long gone – so with the coins away at the bank and the tin lying empty – Honey Cakes will be a perfect replacement (with Easter around the corner), as will the various flavours of fudge which appear around my birthday time. My Favourite Flavour – Chocolate, but I’ve had everything from Strawberry to Coconut fudge in that tin…and everytime I’ve opened it for a treat there’s always been a little someone pop their head round the kitchen door to see what’s inside it.
