Words and watercolours from my wee studio this week.
song lines, walking tracks
where we’ve been or yet to go
we find those place marks
Uova Alla Napoletana
Never cold muesli with banana –
Rather an espresso heart-starter,
Then Pancetta Affumicata
With eggy sauce made with tomato
That’s the best breakfast at Mercato
Uova Alla Napoletana.
” Mercato” is a cafe/bar/Italian grocery in Campbelltown South Australia… a favourite Fox coffee and food venue.
(I penned this ditty several years ago – I don’t think I have published it before – if I have, here it is again)
I waited for dawn
Here it is all fresh and new
Monday pink and grey.
Once I studied Science …
Once I studied Theology …
A bit of nursing, literature, philosophy …
Now I just study you …
The remarkable activity that is blogging allows us to share the wonders of our wisdom with all those people out there, wherever they may be – wonders that they may have spent their whole lives not knowing they had missed.
For instance, just this morning I got into the shower with my spectacles on.
Oh, those first few moments of panic, when you think “have I gone blind?”– “is this the way the world ends?”
Like Lou Reed would say, “O, O, O, O, O, O, O, what a feeling!”
Now here we are at 7am. It’s February – the hottest month (except it’s not – that was December and January this season). Yes, the hottest month was two months.
Sweating on top of hot sheets in the gentle breezes of the quietly humming fan. I sweat and twitch, too well bred to exercise weakness of character by turning on the air-conditioner.
Besides, with the air-conditioner working, the windows would be closed, and who can sleep with the windows closed? – with the walls pressing in in the darkness – with the night taking on a threatening solidity, unknown ghosts of midnight invading and whispering and chuckling in the closed oppressive gloom – who could sleep in such darkness?
The galahs were disturbed all night last night – quarrelling sleepily in the trees. Even the birds are tired of Summer changes.
It’s the changing climate you know.
I might pop out soon for coffee and breakfast. Even in times of uncertainty there are cafes.
“O, O, O, O, O, O, O, what a feeling!”
Peace amidst clutter
Why tidy when you can love?
A very fine house.
Yes we are an item
Eccles Cakes and me
We meet up at the bakery
And she pops around for tea.
I’ve seen lots of firm round buns
And I’ve looked at many a tart,
But none of them will do for me,
Because Eccles has my heart.
We meet down at the bakery
And I take her home for tea.
We’re certainly an item,
Sweet Eccles Cakes and me.
Ill-bred, dirty, unkempt cur
But the dog is nice