This is my entry for Mr P’s re-invent the Lamington challenge and in celebration of Australia Day today. Read more…
Tag: Bakes
It was summer in my homeland,
When I drifted upon an open sea, Cursing the oppressive heat of my beloved motherland Was it not a rousing welcome that awaited me in the golden arms of autumn? Oh, how she made me feel so new How she made me feel so good Oh how she thrust me into the icy warmth of winter’s waiting bosom And did winter not love me so? Did she not bare her soul to me? Did trees not bow? Nor winds uplift In a bid to welcome me? Yes, winter tried And no Her labour was not lost….on me Ozoz, 1997 (My experiences of living and studying in Merseyside)
When I drifted upon an open sea, Cursing the oppressive heat of my beloved motherland Was it not a rousing welcome that awaited me in the golden arms of autumn? Oh, how she made me feel so new How she made me feel so good Oh how she thrust me into the icy warmth of winter’s waiting bosom And did winter not love me so? Did she not bare her soul to me? Did trees not bow? Nor winds uplift In a bid to welcome me? Yes, winter tried And no Her labour was not lost….on me Ozoz, 1997 (My experiences of living and studying in Merseyside)
When life gives you a gift of plums in this age of ‘stone fruit’ (shall I say the season), what do you do?






