“There is nothing wrong with a little sugar in ones life every once in a while, now is there?” Gun Roswell
The reds, the blues and all the other hues, no matter which of them you choose, just be careful, not to any of the good parts to lose. When devouring into your hungry mouth, those cherries so plentiful without any kind of doubt. Just eat them and be proud, a little sugar of the good kind in your diet, may just keep your tummy happy and quiet.
Gluttony, some might say, and then on top of that for you pray. But just like the seasonal harvesting of hay, this is pretty much the same, as all those berries in the garden, are there for the taking and even if the neighbours are faking, saying they got the good stuff growing like weed too.
Well, maybe do them a favour and offer them some, it could be fun, to have someone owe you and then next year, who knows, maybe they will be the lucky ones with a bundle of some berries and other types as ripe as your own are this year. As there is always the fear, of drouth hitting very near affecting the harvest, getting less.
So do eat, do share, and smile as it’s only fair, with the abundance of berries will most certainly make you leer. This is the season to enjoy the fruits of the earth and maybe even a few of them stash away for the winter’s mirth?
“Gimme coffee, any time, any place, and, in any kind of form, cold or warm” Gun Roswell
The warm summers day from a memory past, as I was sitting by the pool sipping something cool, laced with sugar and coffee in the warm winds haze, without a care of the future, only whether to dive in the turquoise waters or sweat for a moment longer, sipping on my drink, so much taller than the smaller cup I had at breakfast. But I digress, too little coffee I guess. The warm days of a holiday in the sun and then some shade, sipping from the tallest of glass, each and everyday, at least, a few. The sustenance which keeps one going and going and going, yeah, you guessed it, coffee, no matter what form, cool and calming (hardly!), hot and strong, so much so, that the spoon inside melted, and yes, all of these fine ways, can be done by the poolside, or by the table or even on the run, maybe driving too. But I would not suggest it, as best bet, is to never do anything while driving except keep your eyes on the road.
“The pink hue, is inviting the few, with its sugary outlook, to come and take a close look, and perhaps, to buy some sweet tasting buns too“ Gun Roswell
The smell of freshly baked goods, never really able to resist the lure, of something so very good, then again, without sampling, there is no understanding, of how it really tastes, as the odours, albeit oh so very tempting, are nothing, compared to the actual taste of things, and so, begging, for one bite, just to get it right, in the awaiting mouth, then, when assured it is the needed stuff, there is really not getting enough, of the sugary sustenance.
“Double strong, double size, double the surprise, the taste always as good as the previous time. Coffee.” Gun Roswell
Coffee server in a cup, preferably, double in size, but not just that, but double strength, nothing else, because why? This is coffee, no need for any add ons.
Well, maybe some foam, the milky kind, as long as there is no lactose nor too much of the sugary type, then that would be fine, but remember to serve it in a tall glass, the whole setup chilled, even if it won’t last.
Because coffee, no matter the size, shape or strength, is the very best.
“There is nothing more invigorating, than the smell of fresh brew in the early morning hours, when stumbling out of the bed, half asleep. It is the only medicine for the cure of not being awake.” Gun Roswell
The early morning hours, never the easy ones for this sleeping ugly, because that is the correct word to describe the monstrous thing getting out under the covers and stepping their giant feet to the cold floor, nothing pretty to be seen, only scowls, snide remarks upon being dressed and worse remarks and quips if being asked. Surely, not a morning being, at all.
But, that will all change, once the medicined kicks in. And by that is meant, the one and only true healer, the saviour of it all, the one which can the biggest mountains make one move, and then to put on the daily groove, to any annoyed and sleep deprived person, the big uncooperative monster had just become during the night time.
Alas, the smallest scent will make the sleepy entity hell bent, on getting up and down stairs, bursting into the kitchen with nostrils flaring, taking a deep breath, inhaling the elixir of life, taking a sip, savouring the taste, then another soon to follow, until finally, the whole cup is drained of the darkest of brews, and then only, will do, a conversation or any other query, if feeling daring, as this is just the first cup, after all.
“There is always room for more, more coffee that is!“ Gun Roswell
The time of the day, when you simply want your big fat head to rest lay, alas the time is not really on your side, the reasons plenty to keep your eyes open and wide, but not even a smile emerges, as the urge to sleep, is too dire, and not even the house on fire, would get you moving.
So, the choice is obvious, or rather the cure, as this sleepy state,, really is a human ailment, something rather easily to be cured, as rest assured, if you get a hold of the strongest, darkest of liquids, known to human kind, the trust in me, you soon will feel, simply fine.
As this, sustenance, is totally divine, sent from the gods, up above (or wherever they just might be, looking down?) the cup filled to the hilt, then another and perhaps a third, not too soon, but neither too late to consume, the caffeine kicking in and then, all you can do is to dance and sing, and perhaps afterwards, do whatever thing needed to be done.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 