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Summer Meeting

by tusker 

Posted: 29 July 2008
Word Count: 197
Summary: For the Hot Summer Day challenge: Oonah and I met up Monday.


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A burst of yellow flowers in a dainty basket, presented to me, sits in the porch, glowing a reminder of yesterday.

In the garden on a hot summer's day, we sat beneath a green parasol, words tumbling out, sometimes overtaking verbs, adjectives and nouns in our eagerness to pour out our past, present and future.

Perhaps in another life, we've laughed, talked like this on ancient summer days. Maybe in a distant country or on our home turf for it was as if we'd known one and other for a long time, not for only a few hours.

We ate pasta. Drank red wine. Tilting the parasol, shielding us from the sun, our voices carried across the garden into a humid heat, reaching close neighbours who overheard our enthusiasm, our gossip.

Then those brief pleasant hours came to an end and I was left holding her poem written as a gift to me, extolling upon the virtues of a Dylan dawn.

And as I read her own words; the billowing bright, breaths of light up Panty's hill top, Cwm Donkin, she ends with the question, 'Who could ask for more?'

I reply, in my native tongue, 'Dim.'






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Forbes at 00:49 on 31 July 2008  Report this post
I felt the heat of the day. A lovely piece. Glad you and Oonah enjoyed yourselves.

Cheers

Avis

Nella at 08:40 on 31 July 2008  Report this post
Jennifer, I thought this was absolutely lovely. Nearly made me want to cry! There is a lot of feeling - and meeting up with someone you've never met and yet it feels as if you've known them all your life is a rare and special thing.
And it was lovely that Oonah wrote a poem for you...
Thanks for sharing.

And sorry not to have responded until now. It has been a busy week.
Cheers,
Robin

tusker at 13:44 on 31 July 2008  Report this post
Thanks Avis. It was a pity it was a lunchtime and not an evening get together but Oonah and Noel had to drive on. There again, if we'd lingered any longer, we might have been staggering instead of walking. Yes, it was a great day.

Jennifer

tusker at 13:46 on 31 July 2008  Report this post
Thanks Robin. Glad you enjoyed the flash. No apologies needed for being late in answering. We all get tied up with the trivia of real life wanting to get back to what we love; WRITING.

Jennifer

V`yonne at 13:13 on 01 August 2008  Report this post
Diolch, Jennifer! Has that poor emaciated we husband of yours has his apple tart yet?

tusker at 13:48 on 01 August 2008  Report this post
When they fall from the trees, Oonah, I will grant him his wish. Will be asking for a good pastry recipe from you soon. As long as he has tinned custard with it though.

Why don't you try Linnet's Wings with that poem. It deserves an airing.

V`yonne at 21:32 on 01 August 2008  Report this post
Old recipe enjoyed by Kathleen Ferrier taught to me by her friend Mary Kane.
7 oz plain flour
3 oz. butter cold
1 oz caster sugar = 1tbs
a few tbs water or milk very cold.

1/ sift
2/ cut in finely and rub in
3/ sprinkle & mix

add just enough liquid to draw it together with a knife

place the pastry ball in the fridge for 1/2 to 3 hrs.

half pastry and roll thinly to line a metal pie dish.

peel and thinly cut 3 - 4 bramleys. layer with caster sugar (and cloves or cinnamon to taste)

roll the rest of the pastry to cover and bake at gas 7/ 180 C for 40 - 50 minutes til it's nice and brown.

Sprinkle with more caster sugar.

Don't step on the sclaes for a month

tusker at 06:50 on 02 August 2008  Report this post
I'm printing this one off. Ta very much.

Jennifer

V`yonne at 15:02 on 02 August 2008  Report this post
This is a very thin pastry crust but utterly delicious. When you take the pie out sprinkle more caster sugar on the top. I like cloves best but I take the flower heads off and crumble them in. I usually use one heaped tbs of sugar per apple. Let me know what you think...

tusker at 15:23 on 02 August 2008  Report this post
I will carry out the recipe to the letter. Not showing it to Chris yet as he'll keep on about damn tart. Apples on tree must be just so. Thanks for the recipe though. Delia eat your heart out or maybe fry it.

Jennifer

V`yonne at 16:02 on 02 August 2008  Report this post
Very nice Jennifer. I have a poem that came to me in a dream after Oonah and I had been discussing families.
I am lying in a field, it is my Grandmother's garden. I dream that I am a ladybird. I hear the hedge growing, the leaves, I feel them grow. I am one with the garden, the grass, the hedge. This is my centre of being. Here I belong.
Best wishes
Noel

<Added>

What is he on?

By the way he meant to say we felt very at home with you & Chris but he hit submit and then came over all unneceassary so I'm adding it ;)

tusker at 07:11 on 03 August 2008  Report this post
Thanks Noel for your lovely thought. Maybe you could join flash fiction too? You'd both need 2 computers though.

Jennifer

V`yonne at 15:12 on 03 August 2008  Report this post
Noel says you never know but he only has one idea per blue moon


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