Dawn Loves Buttercups

Red wine, if I could I would get lost in your ruby gem

Losing time and sense

Losing inhibitions

Losing myself

Finding false confidence

Southen Comfort – now there’s a friend I remember well

Loosening my tongue like a demented lover on overload

Innocuously parading with orange and soda, no acid reflux there

Cider, oh how I remember cider grabbing my attention with flavours of apple

Pear, strawberry and other fruits of the forest

And speaking of fruits why do we say “forbidden fruit” when it is so delicious

Oh yes, the Garden of Eden

My Garden needs so much attention, and is missing it’s Gardener

Funny, how I no longer need the courage that alcohol used to give me

I’ll say it like it is and just leave it here for you to ponder upon

Until then I do my best to keep my garden tidy and free of weeds