Saucy

 

Saucy

 

Tomato sauce that's in the sachet -

Would like it with my breakfast today!

Using my teeth to open it up, but

After chipping my tooth, it's in their stuck!

 

Slimy, slippery package sends my BP high;

My breakfast gets cooler as time passes by.

Tomato sauce I'd like on my plate,

To pour over my mushrooms before it's too late!

 

Can't rip it, or squash it, now trying to tear it,

Used my knife to cut it and just cannot bear it!

Sliced my finger, drawn blood but not the same zest

Think after all this, I just need a rest!

 

It's slipped out of my hand and into my tea -

There's really no hope for this sachet and me!

It's a matter of time before I throttle

And ask why we can't have back the humble bottle.

 

The vinegar, mayo brown sauce is all the same

Still in their sachets with their trade names.

Think they just don’t want us to have it

As they stay stuck in their plasticy packets.

 

It really has proven extremely tough

And beginning to feel so out of puff,

And the red condiment we call tomato sauce

Is still in their pouches to open of course...

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

May 2022

 

Spring

 

Spring

 

Apple blossom, cherry blossom fallen on the street, 

Treading nature's paler colours underneath my feet.

Leap to spring, clocks ahead, lighter nights and warmer days, 

The arrays of many hues open up with vivid displays. 

 

Then the carpets in the woods, yellows, whites, and mauvy-blue, 

Walking through the bluebells feels like magic on my shoes! 

Some snow and iridescent rainbows, rebirth, and all things new, 

Butterflies out of hibernation and hearing the first cuckoo.

Lilly of the valley, tulips, and snowdrops in the sun,

Pretty yellow daffodils, last years' bulbs, have just begun.

Come alive and raised their hears in our gardens and our parks

Crocus in their varied shades find their way and make their mark!

 

It is blustery and rainy, our lawn pretty with some daisies 

And buttercups on frosty mornings, yellow tones, and hazy.

Everything has come alive after months of sleeping;

The willows’ started weeping the climbers started creeping.

 

Celandine, wild Cowslips. Catkins and wild primrose;

In March keep staying warm and wear our winter clothes.

Blizzards of blossom and of snow leave a translucent glow

And April, all four seasons in one but everything still grows!

 

The Marigolds and freesias - the fresh fragrance that delivers;

Garlic leaves are ready to be picked along our streams and rivers.

Spring just comes alive after a cold winters' rest;

Everything leaps into Spring with new energy and zest.

 

Wake up every morning wondering about the weather,

Will it shower, shine, snow, or blow - or sometimes altogether!

Are there blue skies, clouds, storms, or some freezing sleet

But with this lighter season - the Spring is in my feet!

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

1^st April 2022

 

 

 

 

 

Green hands!

 Green hands! 

 

That was me 

That planted that tree! 

The Magnolia at the top  

Of the garden  

Near the Snowdrops. 

 

Have sown alone  

With all I've known  

Until my backbone 

Ached.  

And sprinkled seeds;  

Pulled up weeds,  

Left in the grass reeds.  

 

All the fenced-in rubble -  

A load of trouble!  

Huge slabs of concrete  

Beneath my feet,  

That needed some love  

And some tweaks  

Microwave, wheelchair, chicken wire,  

(It was dire) And all haywire! 

But out of a broken tree - 

A seat!  

A rockery flower bed  

(Need to take down that shed)  

Put many seeds in it -  

It needed it!  

It's staying wild, unstyled. 

Planted shrubs, evergreens  

And now I am keen  

And hell bent,  

To attract butterflies and bees  

With strong Lavender scent!  

Perennials, annuals,  

Been reading garden manuals!  

And much focus on crocus  

For a much-loved cat.  

Near the pond 

Where she was fond. 

And after many hours  

Many bulbs for wildflowers;  

Creepers, trailers and ferns  

With so much to learn!  

More Buddleia trees  

At least another three!  

And all along  

Plants hardy and strong. 

A summerhouse to unwind in 

To leave the world behind in. 

And watch the sunlight 

Bring alive 

The miracle of nature thrives. 

 

So Mum and Dad! 

This is the daughter 

You thought you never had 

Any green hands 

Or gardening plans! 

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence  

March 2022