The Easter Bunny was feeling rather annoyed as his original purpose had been subverted by chocolate eggs and product placement. No longer did he represent fertility or act as a religious symbol: instead the he heralded the coming of commercialism for the year.
“Thank god, or the commercial equivalent,” he muttered to himself, “that there is coffee.”
With that utterance he poured himself a macchiato and allowed himself a minor taste of heaven (or commercial equivalent).

When Goldilocks broke into and entered the Three Bears’ house, she may have eaten their porridge and slept in their beds but I doubt she found the coffee machine. If she had, perhaps the story would have ended differently. Perhaps it would have ended on a positive note. I can imagine that if the bears were greeted with a hot steamy cup of coffee with the milk stretched and swirled just so, they may have been happier and less prone to press charges.
We will never know.

One sip and you hear music!

Flowers grow everywhere and I am glad for this, as they bring joy and colour to our lives. When a flower appears in my coffee I know that my day has been good and that is all is right in the world.






Flowers bloom
Summers gift
Coffee holds
Hidden depths

I have never really understood why a ghost would want to hang out with live kids. Perhaps they want to be close to what they once were, or perhaps they have other, darker needs.
Casper, you would think, would have tried to contact his family if he could have. Instead he insists on being friendly to everyone and making no effort. Creepy, really.