- Oh the joy of springtime
- Blossom on the trees
- Perfumes of natures garden
- Drifting on the breeze
- A gentle flowing babbling brook
- As clear as crystal glass
- A big old oak to rest upon
- On a blanket of sweet amelling grass
- A secluded bay with golden sands
- Waves lapping at your feet
- Whispered voices of couples
- As they bask in the summer heat
- Autumn then is on it’s way
- Leaves come tumbling down
- A multitued of colours
- Red and gold and brown
- Soft snow flakes on window panes
- Frost sparkling like starlight
- Wrapped up warm and cosy
- on a chilly winters night
- All of this is taken
- Without a second thought
- Mother natures gift to us
- That hasn’t to be bought
Mary gazed into the open wardrobe, what to wear she thought. It was ten years since she had left school. Tonight was a reunion dinner with all of her classmates at the posh Queens hotel in town. Having lost her mother when she was ten, money had been very tight. Her father had done his best to bring up Mary and her younger sister Susan, but they never had the trendy clothes their friends had. The long black evening gown she chose to wear had seen many an outing, being her only formal piece of clothing.
After a long soak in the bath makeup was applied carefully and her long auburn hair was brushed until it shone. I dont really want to go tonight she thought. If her best friend Anne had not persuaded her she would not have to face a room full of well dressed elegant people. The door bell rang and Anne was standing there dressed to perfection in a beautiful blue silk evening gown. Her face lit up as she smiled at Mary affectionately, you look nice she said.
The ride into town gave Mary time to ponder on how she looked feeling sick at the thought of entering the opulent dining room. Heads turned as they walked in looking to see who it was. Smiling faced men and women greeted them eagerly and a glass of champagne was pushed into their hands. A man’s voice behind them could be heard saying look at Mary, the ugly duckling has turned into a beautiful elegant swan. As she turned around shyly Tom the boy she had admired from afar was smiling at her warmly. Can I reserve the first dance? he asked walking slowly towards her. This old black dress must not look too bad after all, she thought smiling and nodding her head in acceptance.
The summer always seemed to be hot when I was a child.Mum would pack a bag with sandwiches, pop and flasks of tea and we would head off to the beach. A blanket was spread out onto the golden sand ready for our picnic. Wrapped in towels we quickly changed into our bathing costumes. Dad rolled up his trouser legs and took us down to the waters edge to paddle, shouting with delight as the water lapped at our toes. The white waves drifting in on a sapphire blue sea. The cat and dog steps a popular meeting place were packed with people sunbathing and chatting happily together. Sitting on the blanket we ate egg and tomato sandwiches, which always got covered in sand.Drinking thirstily from the bottles of pop that had turned warm from the heat of the sun. Yet everything tasted wonderful.
After and the Sunday lunch dishes were washed and put away, Mum would begin the weekly ritual of getting myself and younger sister Vivianne ready to go and visit Grandma Ridley, dads Mum for tea. I was six and Vivianne was two and a half.Dressed in our best frilly dresses, sandals whitened,and hair brushed until it shone, we set out to catch the bus to Ryhope Village where Grandma lived. She was a very cold austere person,dressed usually in a white blouse with a broach at her throat,black skirt and her very fine grey hair pulled back into a bun. Four pm on the dot we arrived. The table was set with a pristine damask table cloth and the best china as it was Sunday.