Midnight Haiku

I find it both wonderful and maddening when inspiration comes in the wee small hours. Seventeen syllables...bong....bong....I turn over, hoping to remember my thoughts.....bong...until I have to switch the light on and write. I've been experimenting with Haiku and Senryu and the ideas have come pouring out, I'm happy to say. Not so happy that they like to hide until the bedroom is chilly and I am forced from my cosy cocoon to execute them.

It's bitterly cold and snowy here in our little corner of North Devon and, in wondering about Vitamin C, Mr B and myself have plumped for our home-made blackcurrant vodka. We had masses of fruit this year and one can only make so much jam!