Lavender lullabies

Buzzing in the meadow
Landing on the lavender
Sipping sweet nectar
Singing a lullaby soft and low

Lullabies are soothing
to gently encourage sleep.
I dreamt I was a honey bee
Singing a lavender lullaby.

Dreams of lavender-scented honey
Just like a baby bee
The lavender lullabies
Are meant for you and me.

PURPLE – Life in colour

I can’t believe it is the last day in May and I am only now getting to post my purple photos. To be fair, I have been travelling again all month with limited internet access so here they are at a last.

This is my lifelong favourite colour so I thought I would be sure to have some purple pics in my archives – it took a lot of digging though.

I have no idea why this rogue purple Iris was growing amongst the long grass on the riverbank but there it was..

The last overseas trip we took I noticed this cute purple planter at a purple cafe.

I loved spotting this couple whilst on my travels.  

Well maybe I will just wear purple and pull a red suitcase…..

I immediately recalled the poem by Jenny Joseph…


When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens

And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.

Or I could just drive a purple Ford

Whatever else  I may do I will always light this roller coaster world in purple.

6. Eerie Siri

Wow that was weird.

I just asked Siri how old I was and whilst I am not going repeat what age she said, she did say I didn’t look a day over 29. I love Siri.

I kept thinking of things to ask Siri – and it got weirder and even a bit eerie!

I asked Siri what my favourite colour was.  She couldn’t remember so I told her. She said that was the hardest colour for the human eye to see.  Can you guess what the colour was?
A clue:  “When I am old I will wear red and purple”

Purple pair

Later in the day , I asked her again.  She said your name is Liana, you still don’t look a day over 29, and your favourite colour is purple”

I thanked Siri again. She said; “You are welcome”.  

It is an eerie feeling to think an electronic voice has an uncanny memory and knows stuff about you.

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.