Getting back to normal

The snot has now gone,
Ditto the chest infection
And the pleurisy.


I've been in the sun,
Gardening and then a walk.
Getting fit again.


I walked for an hour
and started at six thirty,
in evening's cool.


Bluebells in the wood
under bright light green of leaves.
Springtime at its best!

Silence

The phone is screening
E-mails remain unanswered.
Where is my big sis?

Has the snot monster
Returned to wreak its vengeance?
I really hope not!

Head Cold

The snot runs freely
Is interspersed by sneezes
And coughs and wheezes.


The end of winter,
Immune system is flagging.
I am easy prey!


Invasion by bugs.
They multiply, run riot,
They're unwanted guests!


Temperature goes up.
I sweat and then I shiver
Appetite has gone.


I wheeze and I cough,
Involuntarily share
My cold with others.


It's three days coming,
Three with me and another
Three days to leave me.


But what is a day?
Sneezes, snot and a fever
Mess about with time.


The sore throat has gone,
Nausea and headache too.
So it runs its course.


In the meantime I
Feel sorry for myself and
Long for summer sun.

Seen on a Cushion Cover

Peace when thou comest,
And when thou goest may thy
Footsteps echo peace.


What is amazing
Is that it is a haiku.
They are everywhere :D

Breaking Silence (better than breaking wind :D)

I click on this blog,
And silence flows from my screen.
No activity.


Blank screen before me.
Endless possibilities.
Fingers poised o'er keys.


Mind works, fingers tap,
Creativity begins.
From nothing, something.


Many words appear,
Black lines on white screen. Silent.
Until I read them.


In my mind I hear,
The words as if they're spoken.
Silence is broken.


Anyone to hear
another rhyming haiku?
Come, chuckle with me :)

Clean bottles!

Wiggle the arm and
the dishwasher works again.
Milk bottles are clean!


No filter blockage.
No gummed-up holes in the arm.
It wasn't on right!


I took the arm off.
Then clipped it back into place.
Now freely turning.


Hot soapy water
Can spray onto everything.
It works as designed.

Nothing delicate about this...

Afternoon baking
Siren song of Northern cake
We now have Parkin.

No soft Southern stuff
But oatmeal, lard, and no egg.
This growls from the pan.

Dark, moist and chewy,
More Yorkshire than Lancashire.
Need more recipes.  :)


The recipe is on the other blog.  :)