On Bristol’s Downs pink chestnut flowers
fall like wedding confetti along the road,
above the saluting trees are ablaze
with candles in the soft grey almost sunlight
on the day our Prince marries his Kate
at last.
The kiss on that London balcony –
half a nano second apart their eyes
peek from under closed lids as if
neither of them can quite believe
they’ve made it that far.
Inspired by the amazingly enthusiastic Carl Legge and with the memory of the Stroud Forager fresh in my mind, I decided last week to make nettle and potato gnocchi. Continue reading
This Easter Sunday got up
early, couldn’t sleep
people staying, dogs needing walk
I was out and down the woods
no one about
Birds singing their little hearts out
Wild garlic and bluebells dancing
in the cool of the morning
Wren whizzes past
Great tits shout
Back and organize breakfast
Drag toaster outside
Eat, kiss, exchange chocolates,
wave goodbye
Skype with my Dad 300 miles away
with my autistic brother
that’s a first and it went extraordinarily well
We were amazed and overjoyed
I don’t need to quit doing anything
I just need to do more of the right stuff!
Blessings on you all. Cherish others
and the rest will take care of itself.
Zeb Bakes 