Thursday, 8 April 2010

Somersault is playing from the kitchen and I'm drinking black coffee, a Cath Kidson mug. And I'm wondering will anyone notice when the cherry trees no longer blossom? The fungi on the trunk the only sign of subtle decade. Or when the tarmac will buckle under heat, or if anyone will care for a water ban.

And a girl is riding a bike in circles in the car park, whilst her farther watches on. And I'm just waiting for the summer. The beaches, the slow days, leafy parks around the city. The cider, the sun burn, cold showers. Road trips. Sea salt, BBQ's, beach fires. Laying in vegetable gardens, earthy smells, Perrier, shadow cast across faces, evening sun , harvest. Dirt roads, dusty sports cars. The 96' defender, chaise lounges. The smell of sun lotion. Cursing under oak leaf canopies. Hot sand. The sheltering cliffs.


Lust For Life said...

Summer is here, well, at least in Manchester. It's time for beer gardens and cider.

Ben said...

This past week has seen the first few days when some clothing can finally be dispensed with and the warmth of the sun can be felt on arms and legs.

Sash windows are gorgeous, don'cha think?

Tim in the City of Angles said...

It's been in the high 20's here since Easter. The cherry blossoms were magnificent, and though they have started to fade, are still quite amazing. The geese have returned and in the early evening you can hear their lonely honks across the lake. Everything's in bloom and it was wonderful to spend whole days in shorts, t-shirts and flip-flops.

Now it's grey and overcast with rain forecast and evening temperatures plunging back near freezing.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

Love the photo, btw.

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