doing the same things - all at
the same time - Sunday
The Leaf Blower
The Leaf blower.
A sort of reverse vacuum cleaner.
Is there a more stupid device in all of humanity?
A device which blows but really 'sucks!'
A temporary fix.
Clouds of leaves and dust take to the air
dust storms created
leaves and dust rearranged - moved slightly
blowing it over the fence
passing it on to a neighbour
covering nearby cars
make people cough - then settling back to the spot it took off from.
Is this the best the greatest brains can come up with?
Is this the zenith of human creation?
Or is it ten out of ten for the marketing department?
One of those things you never knew you needed
A glossy shiney "must have"
a "come and buy me" gadget?
Really?!
Happiness
Life is an amazing miracle.
...you're only really happy when you don't know that you are.An improbable result of endless interactions,
...then, when you look back,
at the cause and effect...
...and remember the time that you were happy
there is much to be grateful about.
...and that makes you feel unhappy - as you realize that you are no longer in that happy state.
The Sun
steam gently rising from hedge rows
the air is still
mist lays across the valley
warm
sultry
rising temperatures
suncream
a cool summer attire
sunglasses to hand
bikinis under t-shirts
shorts and pale legs
loungers and umbrellas
favourite tipples chilling in fridges
ice-trays topped up
icecreams purchased
excited kids
picnics baskets
buckets and spades
fun planned
memories in the making
barbeque charcoal
sausages
burgers
chicken
cooking tongs
chefs hats
(husband's in charge!)
smoke lazily rising
days out arranged
cars on roads
traffic reports
hold-ups
windows wide open
loud music blaring
soft-tops down
summers endless days
...all brought on by the sun
Birmingham
the 12:50 to Birmingham International
and a tiny women with two huge pink suitcases on wheels - boards at "New Street"
then confidently
and without any fuss
finds herself a seat
for her and her pink entourage.
Birmingham
relentless Birmingham
bustling
alive
busy with people being busy
busy being busy
through cuttings and tunnels we glide
and nothing changes
the view is of criss-crossing railway lines
tower blocks
chimneys
factories
building sites are everywhere
the cranes more prevalent than the hundreds of church spires - which,
somewhere,
somewhere largely unseen - prick it's open skies
the scaffolding dotted with men in high viz
going about their work
as if Birmingham has yet to be built
sites of industry
sites of dereliction
industrial units offering products of all kinds
services like industrial laundries
railway maintenance vehicles in a line
building supply firms offering "everything for the trade"
and dotted about the chaos
like tiny islands in the midst of a vast ocean
are the residential streets
near abandoned gardens which won't win any prizes
with views into the backs of houses which aren't going to win any either
some; trying to keep up appearances
some; not so
the places where the good folk of Birmingham return to after a hard day's work
cars parked
lawns cut and gardens tended
corner shops for that forgotten pint of milk
houses
houses in streets
streets amidst the industry
streets amidst the history
a place to call home
a place to be and work and live and to be proud to come from.
Birmingham
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