Sunday, 20 March 2011

Moments, VII.

Is it just me, or did spring burst out of hiding this weekend?

Rising early on a Saturday, spotting the blue skies peeping through the curtains,
Clearing the yard in the sunshine, jacket hanging from a nail on the wall,
Walking home from the shops, arms laden with rhubarb, bedding plants and a vintage coffee pot,
Mud in my fingernails, mud in my hair, digging and raking and sowing,
Veggie sausage sandwiches oozing with tomato sauce after a morning of garden graft,
Browsing flower markets; vibrant sounds, smells and sights of the city on a Saturday,
Mastering the art of flaky pastry: pink rhubarb and almond tart with ice cream and sticky rhubarb syrup,
Pink grapefruit juice running down my mouth and arms, marmalade on toast and a morning paper,
Dancing to jazz in our dressing gowns,
Plump lambs lazing in the sun as I run through bright long fields,
Coffee just the way I like it, served in my favourite coffee mug, while filling in the census at the kitchen table (do I have a religion? are we classed as partners? is there a comma missing in that question?),
Finally signing up for this after months of procrastination,
A sunshine-filled chickpea soup, finishing the weekend the way it began.


  1. Wow that's a big challenge you've signed yourself up for! Well done you.
    Busy weekend full of the simple delights of life sounds like a pretty great way to spend your time.
    Lisa x

  2. Oh my, that pie/tart looks amazing. Recipe?

    Sounds like another lovely weekend. We spent today in the sunshine in the garden. There is something so soul mending about pottering and planting.

    The ride looks both daunting and fun, I can't wait to read about your experience.