I love the smell of Tiger Balm in the morning OR The JOYS OF SUMMER

The hip on the other hand, is giving me gip! Less exercise but increased livid bruising and tight swelling. Have been instructed to cease the anticoagulants. In spirit, I'm feeling heaps better. Big thanks to you lot

Lo and behold -
The sun pierced through the veil of cloud
Casting soft shadows over the land
Creating dancing sparks on the surface of the sea.
The scene is calm -
A gentle breeze murmurs
All is well...

soop - for being super again!

Hope you're feeling more comfortable now and healing is going well.

Have realised I have posted same message twice , daft bat . Soop , soon maybe , we have to be patient . [sunshine sunshine ]

when

Am ambivalant about the smell of tiger balm , but do know now that it useful for Bites" which I do get quite a fair amount of in summer

Thanks, when !

Am ambivalant about the smell of tiger balm , one thing I have learnt though that it is supposed to be good for "bites" which I do get a fair amount of in the summer

What are you two ON soop and butty? Whatever it is, I would love to have some, too. Your poems are exquisite! [flowers}

Brooding fingers of grey cloud
Float close to the indigo peaks
That reach upwards to a
Sun-starved sky.
A wind without warmth
Skitters across the shivering sea
Teasing the waves
To erupt in frothy white caps.
This scene can change
In the blink of an eye.
Patience is the key
For nothing in life remains the same.

butty that's such a lovely poem - it transported me back to last year in the Lakes, watching the rain pouring down with a vengeance over Windermere then transforming into the most beautiful sunny day, with skylarks singing their heads off up above and the buzz of people gradually coming out into the sunshine and enjoying their boating, and picnics on the still wet grass.

Butter A beautiful, atmospheric poem. {flowers]

That took me back, glass - we spent many happy times pootling round the Tiger Balm Gardens with DS in his pushchair....must look out the photos! But I have never used the ointment - perhaps I ought to get some for old times' sake!

Butter

I love that, butty!

Well, it is a wonder
When a day can start with glowering, skidding skies
Pushed along with such cross winds
And rain that doesn't fall but sharply angles
To pierce nooks and crannies
Sharp, cold and bullying.

And it is indeed a wonder
When a day can change,
Just because it's Spring
Into a bright, still sharp day of wet fullness
Lush and heavy with wet,
Shimmering with showered green
All around
And the sky is blue and the sun is shining low
In this afternoon of change and hope
For more, and more and more
Of life.

jeni and nanachrissy...I didn't take to my bed until almost midnight. It's just that I log off late afternoon and wished to say a polite night-night
Butter love you poem.
Dandelions are in abundance. The gorse, too. Hundreds of primroses. Clumps of marsh marigolds. Golden sunshine, accompanied by a chilly, mischievous breeze.

glass So pleased to read your message. Enjoy the and a special (hug)

We have sunshine this morning too, bags I will stop it here so it does not escape any further South for a change

B!

butty, it's here in Scotland! Nya-boo! 'Bout time the weather map was inverted for a while!

OK, so where is this Joy of Summer
When the beasties bite
And Tiger Balm soothes and calms?

Lush greens and grey skies
Make an odd couple,
With no sunshine to lengthen and warm the days
And ease our winter limbs.

Flags of purple and yellow dandelions
Incongruous with their showy colours
Stand bright and hopeful
In between clumps of nascent hollyhocks.

So come on, where are you Summer?
Enough with the rain and damp
And wood burners still alight
These late afternoons!

There you are glass. Nice to see your grin!

I cant go to bed yet I just got here