Overhead, stars and planets wheeled. The sky was bell-clear and the temperature chill. I couldn't locate the Southern Cross, no matter how much my guests chided.
Good night.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Extraordinary Guests
It all began with a bottle of gorse flower wine. The purple mashed potatoes and weed salad didn't faze our American guests, nor did the 'worst night ever' stories and bad-taste vampire jokes. It was the dub-step beat-box rhythmical vocalizations that emanated unexpectedly from our Russian guest, augmented by the twanging of the Frenchman's Jew's harp, the Oregonian guitarist's wicked picking, and Dave's thrumming base that set the evening on it's head. Who knew? Original, never to be repeated music all night long - jammin!
Overhead, stars and planets wheeled. The sky was bell-clear and the temperature chill. I couldn't locate the Southern Cross, no matter how much my guests chided.
Good night.
Overhead, stars and planets wheeled. The sky was bell-clear and the temperature chill. I couldn't locate the Southern Cross, no matter how much my guests chided.
Good night.
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4 comments:
Sounds blinkin marvellous!
Speaking of wine, last seasons Pinot Noir is ready and has been tasted..........
*Oh* *my* *goodness*
It is absolutely incredible.
I wonder how that Pinot of yours tastes, Shunda...
Well I am going to have 6 bottles of the best "blend" and a few bottles of the separate batches that constitute the blend.
This wine will be savoured, that is for damned sure, I couldn't afford to buy wine this good.
Are you going to make some cider?, I am keen to trade if you are....
My brother has about 70 bottles of the Pinot noir by the way.
Looks like we will harvest this years crop at Easter, though the season hasn't been all that great this year.
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