Big Chill

The Big Chill...

It was a cold start
to the day
The stocks
on my kitchen bench top
looked cold today

When I drove to the Physio's
at 8 am,
the car registered
only 10*C,
which is about as low
as we get at that time of day,
the sun was up and glowing
but a chill rode the breeze...




But with some physio
and encouraging words
the ankle warmed up...

The Orange Trumpet flower Creeper
blanketed the street

Pyrostegia Venusta

The Greek meaning:
pyros - flame
stege - covering
Venusta - pleasing


a warm blanket
of orange trumpets

At the gym
the upper body
was put through its paces
until it became
thoroughly warmed through





after which a perfectly
hot flat white and
the company of my friend
warmed the cockles
of my heart
whatever that may mean;




I know that cockles are a shellfish
found in the muddy tidal flats
of the Whareama River
where we have a bach,
on the East Coast of New Zealand




so I imagine
the figure of speech suggests
a warming
way down
to the murky
hidden depths...






In the afternoon
warm conversations
with my blogging compatriots
spent a happy hour or two,
and the love in my Mother's voice
carried across the Tasman Sea
warmed my soul






and then
if that was not enough
when my Beloved arrived home
from his day at work
he had with him a box...

oh
what a warm, exciting
tingle of anticipation

and as I later
wrapped myself
in the cuddly, cold evening throw
on the sofa

after my Jamie Oliver
look alike dinner:
an oven bake of -
roasted garlic
sweet potato
chicken sausages
capers
(I had no olives left)
cherry tomatoes on the vine
and long sinuous green beans

I felt warmed

all

the

way

through...

Oh Happy Days






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