Green it be!

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“It’s so lush, so fresh, so totally gorgeous, it looks good and even edible, it’s green!” Gun Roswell

Totally green this be

It’s the time of the year, when all is so utterly green, the leaves, the grass, even some of the water, but that is not really good, but, the green colour is all around to be found, especially when it has been raining heavily, the nature nurtured by the life giving liquid.

But don’t be fooled, because as soon as it gets too hot or too cold, the green will turn quite sour, into a murky looking brown! So, keep watering the fields of green, because those will only last for this very short season!s

Down the drain?

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“The droplets falling down, when it rains hard, they all end up on the ground“ Gun Roswell

Rain rain down the drain you go

Sometimes, or more often times, when it rains, it totally pours

The water coming down so fast it positively roars

But it’s a great feeling, a good thing, watching the droplets sing

The wells, the oceans filling with liquid so totally essential to the hilt

Also giving the onlooker a sense of smallness, a place of calmness

The world somehow safer than with the warming sun?

Then again, the next day after, frolicking out there in the light can be so much fun

Comfy seat for a sunny day

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“You better be seated in tight, strapped in and ready to begin, as seat Sunday has finally arrived!” Gun Roswell 

No matter the mode of the seat, because when you feel the heat and not just for the summer on repeated a wave of the same kid, you better hurry up and that greatest of spots try to find, as seat Sunday has definitely arrived! Indeed, showing up with a seated jive and we all know it’s definitely time for a smashing high five!

Better get the one which suits you best, the most comfortable one yet. No matter if you have it to buy, borrow or steal, it’s the matter of feel, against your derrière for real. So do not hesitate because soon it will be too late as Sunday will be gone and on a Monday? Well, sitting around may just be a great big ugly bore.

Maybe you even had a chance to bring your own seat, the one which rides on wheels. And from that fine throne of sorts, you will never have to be brought up and about from. Rather going everywhere and anywhere on this fine sunny day of a Sunday, is the true definition of a well spent and languidly spent awesome seat Sunday.

Summer Belles

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“They’re nature’s way of giving you the notion of time, the bells made of flowers, ringing, every single hour (except if there is no wind)” Gun Roswell


Slay bells a ringing?
It’s summer time:
Can’t touch this…

Purple flowers,
They are totally gorgeous
Telling the time?
Perhaps not

Sisu, Sauna and Something else?

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” When in Helsinki, do as the Finns do” 

Finns, what a nationality
We have quite the ability
To enjoy ourselves
With life’s simple little things

Sauna, heated to at least eighty degrees
Surely hot enough to melt any cheese
Beating each other with branches of birch
Almost as purifying as absolution in a church

Sisu, the spunk, guts and percistence
We have plenty of through out our existance
Rally drivers, Nokia, Linux and the rest
We only deliver the best

Koskenkorva, pure spirit made out of barley
After drinking, don’t ride your Harley
The Swedes may prefer their Vodka
But for the Finns, it’s pure dogma

We have lakes and forrests in abundance
So please come and join us
For a visit in the green of nature
It won’t leave you denatured

Yellow takes over

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“The summer brings forth all kinds of colours, and some of them are yellows” Gun Roswell

Some Kind of Yellow?

The yellow flower alone stood, solemn, alone and proud, even in its own quietness still quite loud.

After all, it was a pretty little thing, it’s thorns adding a sting, to anyone daring to touch at least too much.

But as long as it was flowering, its petals glowing, with the yellow of the sun, looking like a lot of fun, nobody cared it was prickly.

As the beauty admired from a far, was as good as nothing at all, the summer brining out the best in all created ones.

That special summer’s feeling

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“Yep, it’s summer!” Gun Roswell 

Early morning

Sun barely yawning 

It’s light outside 

Despite the early hours time

The cooling breeze

But not enough to make you freeze

The air misty

The clouds soft and twisted 

Moon going to sleep

The ocean dark and deep

A solitary bird shrieking

Possibly a worm seeking

Few people on their way to work 

Me on me leisure time, lips on a smirk

Finally shedding the heavy winter coat 

Feeling light, relaxed, without a load 

Hotter than hell?

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“Soon it will be winter again?” Gun Roswell

The summer finally came after a long wait

A dark and cold winter taunted us long after its expiration date

Minus degrees, snow, ice and sleet

Wondering what we did to deserve this shit

So, finally, blue skies, high as the eagle flies, warmth and happiness, without the snappiness

Or so you would think, because it finally sank in, there is a spin:

It’s hotter than hell, like some daemons spell

The pavement is melting, the walls are welting , I am yelling

Enough, now on with the rain, this warm, it’s making my brain pain

A cool breeze there is not, only hot hot hot

Dry is the grass, dry is the river, dry is my mouth, and I ain’t even a singer

So give the zinger and pour some water, on to this poor land under and its daughter

They say I should not complain, just glad remain

For soon the summer is over and shovelling snow over the shoulder

Is the most dumb task you can do, yelling summer could not be here too soon

But I a built for a climate cold, and this warming up I really getting too old

Garden

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“It is harvest time, in the garden, and not just for us humans” Gun Roswell

Behind, the lush grown, hidden small size gates
A tiny, really old dwelling, the on looker baits
And, for the odd traveller, just passing by
To simply dare, to step, inside
For there is nothing more alluring, than the unknown and divine

The cottage, once, in screaming bright red painted
But now, mostly, the exterior’s inviting flash, is all faded
It is as quaint as the trimmings of the windows
But still standing strong, even after all the wind blows
And into the past, the history, it invites to explore

Guarded, by the tiniest of inanimate gnomes
Sitting there, in a solemn quiet and an orderly row
They seem smiling and totally life like
And, if you dare to misstep, then you will feel their spite
For they are the guardians of the cottage’s life

The trees, now filled with apples, oranges and berries
After all, it is that time, most of us cherish
The Autumn falling slowly, onto the waiting land
With all the colours so bright, you can hardly stand
Foliage, they dwellers say, and then, offer you a hand

It is now, near harvest time, for both the bees, birds and human kind
Every single living thing gathering their reward, knowing, they have scored
When their stomachs are filled with delicious nectar and food
From apples, oranges, berries, and all, who can really and honestly choose!
So step into the world of wonder, you really have nothing to lose!

Purple

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“A flower a day, keeps the bad mood away, at least for a while I think” Gun Roswell

Nature at its very best during the times of warmth when the rest of us just want to rest, lay about and do absolutely nothing. But these pretty things of colours in various purples, keep sprouting up from the ground even if there has been no rain for a while. But it doesn’t really matter how these pretty ones came to be alive as simply looking at them for a while, makes one in a better mood and giving at least, a slight smile and that in itself is simply fine.

So, let those flowers keep on popping up, wherever they want. As this time of the year might be the only one the pretty ones appear. As soon as the weather changes to something cold and unpredictable, the flowers in the fields will start to fall. For now at least, enjoy, listen and view, to the magnificence of the purples and sometimes blues as soon enough, you will wake up, to sub zero temperatures and then only in memories, or photographs if possible, those joys of the summer days of warmth, the flowers in such colourful purples.