In the land “Down Under” we are supposed to be in the middle of Spring at the moment, but today is feeling a little bit like Winter…It’s all grey and windy and it keeps raining. So I decided to have some of my most favourite comfort food for lunch…Yes…I went there! I am posting on social media what I am having for lunch.
The funny thing was having a hot drink and a hot lunch, made me all sweaty. I regret nothing though! McCain Pizza Toasties (Australia) are amazing since my readers in the Northern Hemisphere are currently actually heading towards their cold Winters, these is an amazing comfort food! There so quick to make as well! 45 seconds in the microwave and heat up in the toaster, that’s it!
(Say hello to my little friend ie Sailor Mars…OHMGawd, I LOVE her!)
That first Winter night,
That first time you put on that familiar jumper you’ve had for years,
That first warm bubble bath, that you never want to come out of,
That first time you have to wrap the towel around to keep warm.
The first time you put on that heater
and wrap that warm blankie around you, falling asleep, warm on the couch,
The first warm cup of hot chocolate, warming all of your insides,
The first hot shower you have after running to get home in the rain, soaked through.
It’s what I’ll have to count on during these next few months…
In the great land down under we are heading into the colder weather. So to get myself started and make myself actually believe it’s here, instead of being in denial about it. I am not a fan of Winter, I really do not like it. It hurts my body, I wish I could hibernate during the next few years, I think that every year.
So to “celebrate” the upcoming weather, here’s a poem I found from the King of Sunshine himself…Robert Frost.
Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter by Robert Frost
The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.
In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.
No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.
From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn’t show.
A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through.
I hope you all keep warm!