another wet school holiday day...
we pass the time indoors playing board games, drawing pictures,
keeping dry

a chestnut horse, a pinto pony and three young riders
on a misty afternoon walk around the farm;
we pass a big black cow who stops and stares

shiny blue foil wrapping encloses a hollow chocolate egg
sweet creaminess lingers on my tongue

it's funny how rearranging the furniture
can give one a whole new lease on life

the neighbourhood kids have formed two teams
and are playing soccer on our small green lawn;
excited cheers erupt as a goal is scored

white waterfall gushes over rocks
under a bridge
through the green ferned valley towards the dam

awake now and I'm 44
two blonde heads snuggled in beside me
and Glenn only half awake on his pillow
I'm happy

a swarm of cyclists
wheels buzzing
psychedelic lycra passes in a blur

ten toe nails freshly painted in vibrant glossy red
happy feet

a silvery mist has descended overnight
the early chatter of birds pierces the haze

from the window of the car I see
a long line of black and white cows
tramping two by two over a green hill

a wintery wind wraps itself around my neck
and plays with my hair

red speckled ribbon folds into a delicate coil
beneath my peeled apple

tiny raindrops cling to the washing line
like little beads reflecting the morning light

earl grey tea cake doesn't turn out quite like the picture
but still tastes good with our morning cup of tea

a loud knock at the door;
a man in a bright orange vest asks if he can inspect the stormwater drainage around our house
he has a thin black moustache which curls up neatly at each end