The Inkwell#Writephoto #Dance
#fowc #food #christmas #leftovers
Salford, 26th December 2019
By the time the pans were in the sink
undertakings of the Christmas leftovers were being sorted out
bird of the day stripped down to its carcass and
boxed up – and placed in the refridgerator
like the vegetables left behind from the feast
everyone knew what was for tomorrows dinner
Sizzle – went the pan – as meat and vegetables combined
quickly in motion with the aid of a bit of oil and butter
unlike the meal before it – this had a flavour all of its own
encompassing all its ingredients and perhaps one or two more
as the smell of the concoction – drifted on the cold winter air – leaving the
kitchen and wafting under the noses of everyone nearby
#FOWC
Pull up a chair, take in a show
As you watch a tale, read to little ones at
Night-time,
There’s a range of characters
On the stage, in bright coloured attire
Making Mirth , for your entertainment
If you’re lucky – they’ll be a
Musical number or maybe magic tricks and
Everyone enjoys the antics of the panto animals
Salford 22nd December
Falling temperatures lead to heightened
Excitement, among children
Santa Claus is on his way,
To deliver special gifts
In time for Christmas morning
Voices of little ones heard up and down the land in
Excitement..”mum dad! Santa’s been..look under the tree”
#Coloryourworld #Cyw #Tangerine
Tangerines –
always hang about after twelfth night
notice their smell –
generally piercing through the aroma of new years day dinner
everybody – enjoys one while they wait for the
roasted duck , pork or chicken to come out of the oven
in fact – the break from the chocolate will bring a smile
no one will bemoan you eating this festive fruit
everyone approves – its good for you!
I watched in awe as
the lights twinkled in the glow
of a winters moon
Cold air and Crisp Snow
gently drift on northern greens
painting the lawns white
Trees collecting snow
up high in their green branches
the evergreens trick
Church bells ring out – as
Rainbow coloured lights shine out
“A Joyful Christmas”
In response to the photo challenge prompt
Anticipation
looking forward to Christmas 🎄 😋
Salford, 12th December 2016
I have had a wonderful few days in the run up to the Christmas festivities
Manchester’s volunteer choir were well received at the volunteer celebration at the Town Hall, whilst the smells and sounds of the Christmas markets have been in full swing.
However, today I had the opportunity to take in the Latest instalment of the lightwaves festival which returned (alas, without the bunnies) to Salford Quays and Media city
The Doctor has landed on the Quayside.
And his enemies the Daleks decided to join him 🙂
For world-annihilating robot like creatures – they weren’t half a friendly bunch.
There was the odd astronaut….
and a children’s cartoon character or two, as Blackpool’s Illuminations landed on the dockside of Salford Quays, near to the Mediacity : UK complex.
Noddy and Big Ears parked by Postman Pat
The walkway to the illuminations was lit up by these very special Christmas trees.
and these floating boats produced a wonderful coloured light show on the waters of Erie Basin.
I liked the way they twinkled on the water and produced some wonderful patterns.
It hasn’t been a bad Christmas season. I say this in the third day of 2016, having just come home from St. Joseph’s Church in Salford – even though there’s three days to 12th night, the mass of the epiphany was said today.
I passed the crib on the way home, and said a prayer silently.
Mass itself was a subdued event – perhaps down to the festivities two or three days before – “We three kings” the opening hymn.
Apparently, I’ve been missed…having been visiting my little sister and her folks in the midlands on Christmas eve / day.
Christmas Eve was spent playing with the kids and having a lovely dinner before Santa’s arrival and my Nephews got to open their pressies
The scene may say 2012 – it’s a Carbon copy of the garden
this Christmas season
In response to the prompt
Midnight – the last few seconds of 2015 and the first few seconds of 2016 found me stood outside the front door of the family Lancastrian terrace.
I’d skipped out the back door some seconds before – the streets strangely deserted…firework displays were going off in the northern air and in the distance, I heard the drone of Manchester’s force helicopter swooping overhead as it patrolled the main city centre celebration.
Around me it was strangely quiet – a neighbour passed me as I was waiting by the open gate – off on a walk, he said…New year would have to wait.
And then, I heard two sets of bells. The first, from Big Ben on the telly inside, the followed shortly after by whooping and cheering as the Town hall clock from Manchester town hall sounded.
I walked up the path – and knocked on the door.
And was greeted by Mum and Dad.
Auld Lang Syne played on the TV, as we watched the London Fireworks,
And then, popped out of the garden to watch the Manchester skies lit up with colour.
Before sitting down with a drink of our choosing, to watch Jools Holland’s Hootennany on the Alternative BBC channel.
