For Fun...

A while back on one of our TV channels there was an advert.I cannot remember what the advert was actually for but I loved it.It began with a large family around the dinner table.All generations, Grannies, Grandads, Moms,Dads,children.

One of the grandchildren says to the Grandmothers, " Granny ,what did you do when you were young?"

The Granny says ...." Ve cooked".

The Grandson then says..." but what did you do for fun ...?"

The two Grandmothers look at each other and reply ,in unison,....

" Ve baked!!!"

I bake for fun too.I bake because it gives me such pleasure following the stages of a recipe.I love watching the golden egg yolks turn pale yellow and creamy after a long whisking with my Kenwood hand mixer.I love rolling the batter of a Cranberry,dark chocolate and white chocolate mixture into little walnut sized lumps,knowing that after 20 minutes in the oven they will be melt in the mouth cookies. I love whisking egg whites and castor sugar into a snowy froth and feel a sense of satisfaction when the soft ,feathery mounds turn into a crisp, crackly merangue!

But most of all I love sharing what I have baked with those I love......

take a little time to reflect...

"Don't underestimate the value of doing nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."

Winnie the Pooh

Image by SinanTR

Dance is the hidden language of the soul - Martha Graham

Bunny love

Sometimes in my wanderings around this never ending internet of images one or two will just appeal.These bunny girls do.They are not the bunny girls ol' Hugh would like .But I love them.They remind me of dressing up with my friend Hilary.Hilary did ballet and I was in awe of her ballet pumps and frothy tulle tutus.

I wanted to do ballet .I begged to be able to take ballet lessons .But, my Dad in his Banker's wisdom decided that ballet was not going to be a secure career choice and therefore ballet lessons were not on the cards.

So Hilary became my ballet teacher.We practised at her house ,or mine.Then performed 'concerts' .My mother would have to watch as we danced out from behind our blue velvet lounge curtains, draped in one of her old petticoats ! She always clapped and made a huge fuss of the flurry of fat little legs and breathless twirls.

Hilary presented me with a pair of red ballet shoes ,and said I could keep them.I was beyond thrilled .Sadly ,Hilary moved away and my 'ballet lessons' ended. But the love of dancing never did .So bunnies in ballet gowns and little girl dreams .........

The beautiful image is by Zeng.

Rain rain and more rain....

Let the rain kiss you

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops

Let the rain sing you a lullaby

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk

The rain makes running pools in the gutter

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night

And I love the rain.

Langston Hughes