THIS IS THE LAST DAY FOR CHERRY FONDANT FANCIES
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This morning the scent of the air is secondary to the early morning chatter of the birds. I feel as though I am walking beneath their conversations. They sound as though they have definitely been awake longer than me and have much to say this morning. When I pause to take note of what the air actually smells like, I think of my sister who says air smells like air. This morning I think I see what she means. I sense no overriding notes or gentle undertones.
Alt text says this week’s photo is a heart-shaped object with a sign on it. I say it is a heart-shaped card holder which has been dusted ready for the year ahead. Two particular objects always remain – a sign that says, You’re every nice word I can think of, and a wooden postcard. Two gifts from wonderful people.
I sense some new year renewal. My water flosser recently took on a life of its own and each evening after placing it back in its holder it would randomly start up again after I had walked away from the bathroom. I learned to take the spout out of it to prevent the extra spurts of water. I tried recharging it fully before using it. I tried putting it down very gently and reversing out of the bathroom on tiptoe. All to no avail. The night I wrapped it in a towel and put it in the kitchen sink, it still got into my dreams and became a super-sized wasp burrowing through a pvc door to get to me. Its final destination became the tip. I like the small electricals skip there because it is easy to identify what can be slung over the side. I really dislike going when I have a whole heap of random stuff that has to go into a variety of skips, but a simple visit is satisfying. I bid it a fond farewell as I watched it drop because it had served me well.
The clock that was edited out of my iamb recording by creator and curator Mark Anthony Owen, and also appeared in my poem ‘The Clock Ticks Louder Now’ has gone to start a new life with a new owner. We originally rescued it from a charity shop for £3, and it has now returned to attract a new owner. It will enhance someone else’s house because we have decided to home one of Kath’s Mum’s clocks that did not sell at auction. Our new clock is beautiful in a different chunkier way than the red one. It is a clock that does not tock or tick whilst it tells the time. There will be no more removing of the clock from the room each Monday in order to record my podcast. And now I wonder whether the owners before us loved it until they too noticed the volume of its counting of the passing of time. Perhaps it is one of those clocks that will enhance a good number of homes in its lifetime.
If you didn’t know, February 2025 sees iamb celebrating being five years old. That’s twenty waves, 320 poets and almost 1000 poems. It is a wonderful site and it is so good to see its continued growth. A site with clarity and vision that truly celebrates poetry.
In other news, I am eagerly awaiting the photographs that will show me inside my drains. I will be admiring these as the face-to-face report I was given tells me they are good drains, on a good gradient and are working effectively. So even though they are old they are standing the test of time. I didn’t just wake up one day and decide I wanted to see inside my pipes. A house survey for the new neighbours showed them there were some issues on their side so I felt it would be good to check what was happening over here! I remembered being fascinated when issues at school meant I got to look down a wide range of drain covers and saw ladders, huge depth and the slow movement of waste. It was fascinating.
My thinking on my walks has become clearer this past week. There was one walk where I found myself thinking that seizing the moment is great, but that blue skies don’t necessarily mean it won’t rain, so checking the weather forecast adds an extra layer of information that is likely to be valuable. It would have saved me from one very wet sweatshirt.
Choosing poem of the Month for my YouTube channel brought me to THIS IS THE LAST DAY FOR CHERRYFONDANT FANCIES so I will also share that here. Its title comes from a promotional email I once received which tickled me.
THIS IS THE LAST DAY FOR CHERRY FONDANT FANCIES
and I don’t know
if it is the final day this season
or the very last day ever.
I have never eaten one,
but I do know the chocolate,
lemon and strawberry ones
from my childhood
came in neat half-dozens.
To me they looked like the kind of cakes
that Alice would love in her Wonderland.
But no matter how many times I tried them
I could never love them.
Too sweet, too sickly
on too many Sundays.
And yet if there were cherry fondants tomorrow
I think I would take a box just to test
how my tastes are these days.
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