I tiptoed to the kitchen and tried not to make the boards squeak
I thought I’d sample some of Nana’s biscuits stored in the old Arnotts tins … stacked up so neat!
She hides them behind the chimney near the old fuel stove
to me its quite exciting to unearth this treasure trove!
She surely won’t miss some … two, three or four!
What’s that! Shh! I think I hear someone coming through the kitchen door!
Dive under the table or hide behind the couch
Too late! she’s caught me … and smacked my fingers – ouch!!
Why didn’t you just ask me … I made them for you to eat
I thought you’d love the jam drops and baked them for a treat.
So off you go and wash up then come on back to me
We’ll sit out in the garden and enjoy our own high tea!
I rushed out to the tank stand and pumped and pumped some more
until the water gushed out into the bucket, some spilling on the floor.
I ran the brush through my long blonde hair until it truely shone
then ran to the garden seat to sit and wait upon
My nana with all the delights that she had baked -
jam drops, shortbread and even some chocolate cake!
Oh how I still remember the taste of those sweet delights
They linger still with me as I sit here tonight.
But Nanas is no longer with me she’s gone to the big kitchen up above
to continue baking bickies for the many folk she loved.
She left me with a legacy, one that will stick with me as time goes on
Happy thoughts and memories of when I sipped High Tea with Nana upon the garden lawn.
© Bev Woodman (28/3/2010)
When my grandmother lived on the old property at Panorama Point on Kurrajong Heights in NSW Australia, she used to bake the most magnificent biscuits, scones and cakes. The biscuits she used to store in old Arnott’s biscuit tins behind the old fuel stove and often I would sneak and help myself to a couple or more of these mouth watering delights. They probably tasted even better because they were stolen delights! The garden I refer to is the huge cottage garden she had at the front of the house so full of mystery and intrigue, with smells that would awaken anyone’s senses … not the mention the soft buzzing of insects as they moved from plant to plant … if I close my eyes I can still hear and smell this scene but I can no longer experience it in any other form as Nana is gone and so is the property and the cottage garden … I will always hang onto my memories as they will hopefully always be with me to enjoy!