Beach ward bound on a sunny day


“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell

Beach ward bound on a sunny day

When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries

And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment

Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare

Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!

“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”

Yellow

“Yellow is the new orange” Gun Roswell

Yellow

Yellow is my colour 

Yellow is my odour

Yellow is the one to adore

Yellow, not much more

Yellow is for a flower

Yellow is for the wall

Yellow, on a bathroom stall

Yellow, the colour of spring

Yellow for the fellow

Yellow for the lady

Yellow can be a helluva

Colour for a baby

Yellow is bright

Yellow is fresh

Yellow will make you smile

Yellow, what else!

Working hard? Hardly!


“The winter season gives you extra special tasks to do, like shovelling the snow almost every single day. Fun, am I right? Not! she replied, quickly enough” Gun Roswell 

Working hard? Hardly!

The shovel at the door, simply waiting for me to finish the chore, the thing happening in winter,, the one with the snow, which after a while becomes quite the bore as it seems a never ending lore, the falling of snow flakes onto each and every surface, which seemed like a welcome change, for a day or so. But, as the same old continued all day long, all days long as it were, the beauty of it all soon faded and the eternal struggle with the snow shovel, soon turned to some kind of hatred, for the white powdery stuff, the winter seemingly too long and rough, especially with constant grinding of minus degrees of frozen solid, to rain and sleet and all that shit. So, in the end or not nearly the end of this season, it all had become enough, as the piles growing ever higher had no space to be, as you see, small yards make easy maintenance, but not during the winter’s mighty entrance, almost as an eternal pest that one is and makes one wish for a warmer climate to stay in. And so, with that in mind one snowy day, the shovel was left where it was left to lay. And the snow? Well, it would be spring time eventually, right? But hey! It’s already summer!

Simply Adorable – Just Flowers

“It’s summer again, all of a sudden, all the nature green and lush, kind of a surprise, as having been dwelling in the darkened rooms for the duration of spring, it was really something, to see the images, oh, real life! Well, just go figure that one out!“ Gun Roswell

Simply Adorable – Just Flowers

Fluffy, soft, the odours alone, yeah, guess it’s that time of the year, when all the world, nature in particular is really ‘here’, present and not at all hidden, rather thriving and all over the place, everything is growing at the speed of light. 

But yeah, it is summer so, guess it was bound to happen, even if this small thing, did not see it coming! Still, enjoying it while it lasts at least, in small bouts and with the odd snap to the memory adding for it longer to last!

Oh, so lush green

“Summer is here and so is all the green popping out, was there ever any doubt” Gun Roswell 

Oh, so lush green

The green on the trees, the bushes, everywhere seen and even allowing the flowers to use their stem colour, as green, naturally.

But it’s not just the lush green, pretty as seen, but also a great cover, a camouflage of the highest caliber, as provided by Mother Nature herself.

The privacy curtain, certainly not hurting, the dwellers living beyond, the green wall, standing strong, against every kind of peeping Tammy or Tom.

But the most important thing, is not the cover or the wall, rather the fact that it’s summer and all that green, makes the air fresher and more easy to breathe.