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The Journey
June 15, 2012, 3:27 pm
Filed under: Dad, Life, love, Smile | Tags: , , ,

For Jack Sharples and Michelle Gray

 

Life is a strange old thing, you think you know where you are heading, what you will be and how you will live your life…..then BANG! you realise that life is never as simple as that. As many plans as you make, more forks in the road crop up to steer you a different way. Sometimes objects, people or things take our attention, some for a moment, some for longer, sometimes for a lifetime. Sometimes the road is smooth, sometimes rocky. Every now and then its uphill, seeming to go on for a lot longer than the reality, but with the promise of a time of free-wheeling down the other side to a more relaxed time.

Along the way we may lose people we hold dear, whether they move away, lose touch, fall out with us or something more permanent, leave this physical world behind. Through all the hurt, sorry, recriminations and blame, we are all on the same journey, just following different routes. When we meet someone on the way, that makes us feel the journey is worthwhile, we should hug them close with all our hearts and share what we have found with others.

Always remember to share a smile, a few kind words or a helping hand with others can make all the difference. Who knows what trials of life others are experiencing, when you meet. A smile, like dropping a stone in a pond, can send ripple effects to many, spreading kindness and joy to what can be, at times a dark world.

 

 

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Home Made Christmas

In the kitchen saucepans boil,

Onions chopped my tears recoil,

Marrow chutney stews and brew’s to ready for the jar,

Applesteam Christmas gifts, the chutney guys we are.

But to do this both together, learning traits anew,

Things that can’t be done, we find are very few.

Now the onion is reducing, aromas fill the air,

Creating the perfect flavour takes a lot of care.

No burning on the bottom or sticking to the side,

A mistake however small now impossible to hide.

The marrow reveals a mushy melt of mess,

Juices plump and purify, help the fruit distress.

Almost ready for the jars all clean and sterile, shining bright,

We fill them full and label up, what a scrumptious sight.

Signed and sealed these Christmas gifts for family and friend,

Not only chutney within these jars, also love we send.

Happy Christmas – Richard & Ric x



Christmas Smile

A deep breath is what it takes,

time to bake the Christmas cakes,

feel the cold of winters flakes,

a deep breath is all it takes.

A bright smile for all to see,

no cost involved as smiles are free,

the warmest gift from you to me,

the way our world shall always be.

A glass of wine to drink your health,

in your eyes I see loves wealth,

our love for each is never stealth.

Richard x



A Lovely Gift

Last evening Ric surprised me with a ticket to the Grand Designs Live show (which is tomorrow, Sat 8th Oct). The show has a massive section on Eco building, straw bale construction and different heating/cooling systems. I’m not sure I have enough brain space to take it all in in one day so a reusable bag filled with hopefully recycled leaflets will be required.
We will return with ideas & photos soon.
I can feel some tired feet coming on.

Take care, Richard



Applesteam in Word

Applesteam

By the river, twenty yards to the other shore, high trees and grass of many shades fill my horizon,

A trickling stream on my left cascades to the river’s edge, like excited children running to join their parents. 

River bed clear to see, waters circle the smooth protruding rocks while sticklebacks scurry around their base jabbing about like darts.

Hypnotized by my view, a view 40 winters past, my memory paints a perfect picture.

I spin on my heals – leap and skip as my young legs once allowed towards my country house, whitewashed stone, small windowed but large is the door, hard to push.

Behind the door, I stand wide eyed in the dimly room, sunlight cast through each small window, sharp beams firing onto walls like lasers from an alien spaceship.

Cream enamel aga set to the right whitewashed wall, soot stained doors show its many years.

Branches of trees turned to carbon element, extracting energies.

I hear the vibration of a large pot bubbling on the stove, rattling like a constant passing train, the lid jiggling on top from which the applesteam escapes, filling the room with the sweet aroma of sugared boiling apples.

Already able to taste the crisp pastry’d pie in my mind.

I stand now, older, wiser, fatter, boiling my apples on a futuristic hob of black glass,

But still my mind casts to that place, as the Irish fields surrounded my simple life.

***

Richard