Monday Musings....

We are safely back home from our wonderful family centred weekend in the beautiful Port Lincoln where we had the honour of celebrating my dear Nan's 90th. She was in top form and it was such a blessing to see her sitting smiling and watching her family as we all spent time catching up and reminiscing times past. We all live apart and don't get to catch up very often so it was a really special time - one of those 'heart moments' in life.

Easter was almost an aside but I to want to pause play homage today for my Monday Musings' to one of my favourite poets, Christina Rosetti. She is well known for her religious tone and especially for her Easter themed works. Here is just one of my picks:

An Easter Carol

Spring bursts to-day,

For Christ is risen and all the earth’s at play.

 

Flash forth, thou Sun,

The rain is over and gone, its work is done.

 

Winter is past,

Sweet Spring is come at last, is come at last.

 

Bud, Fig and Vine,

Bud, Olive, fat with fruit and oil and wine.

 

Break forth this morn

In roses, thou but yesterday a Thorn.

 

Uplift thy head,

O pure white Lily through the Winter dead.

 

Beside your dams

Leap and rejoice, you merry-making Lambs.

 

All Herds and Flocks

Rejoice, all Beasts of thickets and of rocks.

 

Sing, Creatures, sing,

Angels and Men and Birds and everything.

All notes of Doves

Fill all our world: this is the time of loves.

(Christina Rosetti)

Whether you be of religious persuasion or not, I hope that you can see the beauty in Christina Rosetti's work and appreciate her ability to paint a picture with her descriptive verse. It truly feeds my soul.

TK xx

Katie Mehlua Plays - Imperfect Prose

music plays softly

you court me

with this allure

sophisticated

playing right instruments

to my ear

I flourish in it



feeling special

one of a kind

it is only later

I find

that player has

nearly broken

being constantly on

rewind.




My part in Imperfect Prose at Emily's place this week.
TK xx

Monday Musings....

'When having a smackerel of something with a friend, don't eat so much that you get stuck in the doorway trying to get out'

~Winnie The Pooh~

Hope you are having lots of tasty smackerels this week, with a few that are healthy....just because!!

TK xx

A Bouquet of Gratefuls

This weekend I am grateful for:

Feeling so much better, weird how a week in bed sounds like bliss until you actually have to spend a week in bed, then all of a sudden it doesn't!!

I am grateful for dear friends and a lovely catch up in the Adelaide Central Markets. I haven't been to the markets for so so long, and after yesterday have decided to add it to my list of "do's" on a more regular basis.

I love the atmosphere, the gorgeous produce, the smells, the excitement of tracking down a fabulous buy,

being able to sample goodies before you buy

and eye off some wonderful delectables...

and possibly be tempted to buy!

I am also really grateful that my dear sister Annaliese has arrived safely

with her 3 boys from WA. She is off to Pt Lincoln today but we will catch up again next week when we head over to celebrate my Nan's 90th. Sisters are such blessings.

Remember to drop in for a cuppa at this house and take a sip or two more of gratefuls. Have a beautiful day.

TK xx

Monday Musings....

I am in the middle of all things Jane Austen at the moment as I try and stave off this wretched flu. So in this vein I have sought inspiration from Ms Austen for my musings today.

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature."

~Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey~

TK xx

Mutton Days

MUTTON DAYS


I grew up on a farm
had an idyllic type of life
in many ways
but there is something
that sticks in
my gullet still.


The 70's were drought years
and farming families
lived off the land.
We had sheep
and so it went without
saying
that lamb and
the older mutton
were a big part
of our diet.

I still can remember quite
clearly
the slaughter days
and the horrible smell
that emanated from
the sheds.

Dad bringing over the
sheep carcasses
in bloodied bags
ready for mum
to package up.


Mum had a mincer
which she would use
to grind mutton
for all kinds of
varied uses.


Saturday night was
often Roast Night
I don't have
many memories
of this.

But my horror
was Sunday lunch -
the whole drive
home from
Sunday school
would fill me with
dread.

I knew what was
coming--------
it seemed to be always the same
Horrid grey fat lined
cold mutton!!!

I have set myself the challenge of writing a weekly anectdote, a little memory of a time in my life, joining in with Squiggly Sundays.

TK xx

If You Met Me

If you met me
what would you say

me so anxious
wanting to please

this surface
unruffled
to the untrained eye

yet as duck to water
madly paddling
just to keep
it together

this perfectness
of which I dream
and hopelessly
yearn to attain

yet it is in the
falling short
my best lessons
are learnt

if you met me
what would you say

Can we be friends?

Joining in with 5 Minute Fridays over at Gypsy Mama's place.
TK xx