#Octpowrimo
Crafted from the cocoa bean and
Hot steamed milk
Out of the cold autumnal morning
Comes something warm and satisfying
Only your tastebuds can truly tell why you
Like it so much
As you send a biscuit in
The sweet smelling brew, for a bit of an
Explore
#milkshake #summer
Maybe it’s the summer weather
inviting my tastebuds to
lap up this strawberry infused delight, but i
keep on returning to it on
sun drenched days. Perhaps it reminds me of
holidays, under a parasol …. it
always seems to
keep me cool
even in the most exceptional of temperatures
17th March 2018
Sat in the toolshed on St Patricks Day
Noting the barometer turned
Over from Frosty to warm
When all of a sudden the mercury goes into
Fast flowing freefall
And white powdery masses
Land like leprechauns
Lightly covering rooftops and cars
Faro, the algarve, Portugal
What I woke up to this morning.
call it the last breath of summer
pine trees swaying in the warm air.
christmas come early ? Perhaps
Salford 19th August 2017
They say clothes make the man / woman
well, whoever wrote that obviously lives somewhere nearer to the equator than i do.
They’ve also never experienced the phenomenon that is Horizontal Rain.
If its sunbathing weather – then obviously i’ll be in shirt sleeves and a pair of shorts lapping up the sun and the blue skies. Dipping my toes in cold sea water to cool off before returning to my deckchair and reading material.
On a Volunteering gig ? then i’ll have the customary event t-shirt and hat and (precautionary) jacket in case of a downpour. Nine times out of ten – i’ve never needed it
If though, the angels working in the cloud – decide the ground needs a shower that waterproof jacket comes in handy….oncoming athletes in a downpour sometimes look on in envy.
As the weather changes – so does the kit. Organising committees on these events have adapted their kits to allow for my hometown’s inclement weather patterns – meaning during midsummer thru autumn , the occasional fleece is thrown in my general direction and unlike the waterproof – these do get used on a regular basis
for after summer – if the rain doesn’t get you – the wind most certainly will.
and you can always take these layers off if the weather improves, it gets warmer, wind drops etc. Its why they issue volunteers with a bag at events.
Notable thing at these outdoor events – how the dress code goes out of the window when the sun has got his hat on, and the ice cream van is doing a rip roaring trade.
Salford 16th May 2017
Back in Nineteen eighty two – i started taking this long woolly blanket to camp
Like many other scouts i stuck it at the end of my tents sleeping bag, and
As it got cold, i wrapped it round me to keep warm
Now, each camp i went to – i picked up a patch from the campsite – and these were
Kept on the woolly blanket…covering areas from Cumbria to Derbyshire – I
Even had a whole heap of locations such as
Torquay , paignton and brixham and these found a spare spot on my sleeping spot
A Zesty colour
sign of the start of spring and summer
daffodils and daisies explode with colour
and marigolds make hay in the morning sun
Lemon sponge sits in the oven cooking slowly
for a farmhouse lunch –
Vanilla custard softly turning in a copper pan
as breakfast is served – a soft boiled egg
with toasted soldiers and yellow butter.
Sunday, 4th December 2016
Mother Nature is keeping her cards close to her chest today,
perfect blue 🌌 with not a ☁️ in the sky.
but there’s a definite nip in the air…little Jack Frost is up and about, and he’s painted every fallen leaf 🍃 in sight
Antidote to the cold ? A cup of tea ☕️ With a 🍪 in the community room at the back of church after mass.
returned home 🏡 and am parked by a radiator, thawing out.
im reading the late terry pratchetts last (?) offering…the witches vacuum cleaner and other stories, whilst I do
might give me inspiration for a scribble or two…
Toast
A piece of….
written by brian f Kirkham 16/05/2010
TOAST!
Cooked by the heat
of a thousand suns
the silver toaster’s
red hot grill
gently warms the
Soft White Bread
until golden brown
yellow butter melts
as the cook heads
forth – for Imminent
arrival of the
strawberry Jam
In response to the prompt
Brown Gold.
That’s what it is, hot steaming liquid gold.
A perfect thing on a cold, frosty winters morning
A cup of warming hot chocolate.
It waft’s the aroma of something pleasing on a frosty day and warms up the fingers in the surroundings of a motorway service station.
Normally drunk by the cappuccino set as an alternative to their high caffeine fix, the coffee houses up and down the motorways have seen fit to get into selling it…and the Makers of the refined coffee cant wait to sell it
What flavour would you like ?- the barista asks
(Barista – supposedly the guy who blended the coffee or chocolate mix – but on this occasion – the guy who’s operating the fancy machine behind the counter)
Mint, Orange, Blackforest (A special for Christmas) or Peppermint
I plump for Peppermint – pay the man behind the counter and sit down with my brew and a gingerbread man, as the vapours of chocolate and Peppermint travel through the air towards my nose
And as the mug transports the Brown Gold to my mouth, the ice begins to thaw – a perfect antidote to a winters morning.
