Archives for 2018

The twine was tied tight, but still, the rose bushes swayed, sending petaled perfumes across the land.

We were in awe of the fairy-light fulsomeness of folding clouds.

The rain was a forgotten series of drops.

We are looking forward to dinner, song and macrame lessons.

The martial arts of cuisine met the microbiology of leather bindings.

Where were we? We remember but do not know the place.

Silk, cotton and bamboo.

How to choose – said the clothes shop to the fashion designer.

The piano, though slightly out of tune, brought players to their knees.

An audience of one is all it takes.

Winning wonder.

The beauty of moments that are…beautiful.

Being dazzled, moved and certainly “fazed”.

When the lake is warm and the ice cream cool, where to swim?

No decisions today mom ami, mon amour, mon bon confident.

We are gliding.

….

Disturbingly good.

A nonsense phrase.

Exceptions can be phenomenal

There are no illegalities in a world of wonders.

Skipping through the twilight, jumping into daybreak.

Sparks of butter and the saucy comments of a lettuce.

We think we have strayed into the “wrong” part of the town.

Recipes are shown in restaurant windows as if they are posters for banned films.

There is consistent copying of sales copy along the lines of “come in and see the show…two for the price of one”.

Two of what? We have no idea.

Fortunately tomorrow will, we are told, be a good day for surfing, meditation and serene contemplation.

It’s OK.