“Flowers thar be in the fields, at least until this summer season ends” Gun Roswell
W is for pretty white flowery things
Which in the warm summer wind sing
Swaying gently in the rhythm of the tune
Watchers young and old alike star to swoon
Flowers growing in the garden
Flowers on the side of the streets
White mixed with a lot of green
Nature giving us a artistic showing
“There is just something about the rose, the red, red rose which makes one pause, stop and smell the scent, of the roses“ Gun Roswell
Red, Red, Rose
The glow of the petals in the pale moonlight shining dimly, and so the sun surely brings forth more of the same out, the colours nothing short of bright, the reds, the varied other colours for sure there too, but the red one is the one sticking out like a sore thumb from the lot, luring the innocent onlooker under its spell and soon enough you too will be totally enthralled, perhaps controlled of a single flower, ready to prick you dead.
“An alien life form or a regular plant? Well, could go either way, as it is close to Halloween” Gun Roswell
Feed me Seymour, feed me will ya!
The tentacle like appendixes sticking out, from a clearly starving mouth, trying to push out a struggled kind of a shout, but nothing really too loud so not to scare the natives around, standing there gawking in awe, as to what kind of a flora this just might be?
But, what if the pretty think would suddenly growl, and make a demand, perhaps for some food to eat? Give it just one little treat? How would the onlooker, nay, gawker react to that? Perhaps getting too scared to do anything? Or then simply give the pretty bigger some food after all?
No matter, just be fare and give the monster plant its fair share and then, you two can be the best friends forever, at least, until the time the flowery friend, gets the munchkins and will eat the feeding hand!
Happy Halloween to one and all, and do feed the plants before they devour us all!
“ Summer, summer, summer, yeah, it so bears repeating!“ Gun Roswell
Summer, summer, summer!
The pretty flowers, the lush greens, the warmer weather, as long as it keeps just there, summer, summer, summer, is everywhere. (Sneeze!)
But for us flower+ pollen challenged ones, well, summer can become a bummer, unless you wear a mask, permanently and take a lot of meds, that at least some of the sneezing sheds.
And so, if possible stay indoors and only admire the vistas and views of summer through the comfort of your very own window!
As summer, oh dearest of summer, you, apparently, will be here a while longer!
“Flowers everywhere! Popping up at will, after the rain, after the warmth, they just keep coming back no matter what!” Gun Roswell
Pop up flowers
Flowers pretty and crisp, cannot resist, smelling them, as I pass by them, in the meadows, in the garden, on the streets, where ever they just might be, as it seems, they are all over and everywhere!
It is the doom or glory of summer, whichever way you want to look at it, those reminders of nature and good times I guess, are popping up every where, simply wanting to exist and us humans, well, we cannot the beauty resist!
“It’s summer again, all of a sudden, all the nature green and lush, kind of a surprise, as having been dwelling in the darkened rooms for the duration of spring, it was really something, to see the images, oh, real life! Well, just go figure that one out!“ Gun Roswell
Simply Adorable – Just Flowers
Fluffy, soft, the odours alone, yeah, guess it’s that time of the year, when all the world, nature in particular is really ‘here’, present and not at all hidden, rather thriving and all over the place, everything is growing at the speed of light.
But yeah, it is summer so, guess it was bound to happen, even if this small thing, did not see it coming! Still, enjoying it while it lasts at least, in small bouts and with the odd snap to the memory adding for it longer to last!
“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.
“There is just something about rain, I dunno, but yeah” Gun Roswell
Raindrops trump the scowls, apparently
The rain banging against my window in the middle of the night, well it’s morning, but I’m not really counting, cause the loud clanging kept me from my beauty sleep, not that it was really ever that deep, just the same, I would like it to blame, for the lack of my extension span, being quite low, in the early hours of the day, as starting with little of now sleep a day, surely a permascowl plastered now and there to stay, for the duration at least, but the I see, the tiny droplets gathered onto the leaves of the flowers I had bought cheap, and an involuntary smile creeps up towards my cheeks and ain’t that just creepy, but I like it just the same and the rain apparently is to blame!
“Roses are pretty flowers indeed, just remember them to feed, with lotsa sunshine, water and, lime?” Gun Roswell
Rose a pretty
Reddish rose, take a pose, then let me take a whiff with my nose, but keep those thorns, away before I get all scorned, and my insides torn, as I only wanted a little more, basking in the prettiness of it all, just a small moment to stall, and isn’t that all, a mere mortal can ask, not really a big task for such greatness to share, just as this one did dare to get close enough to glare.
“Summer is filled with all kinds of colours, but guess the yellow and green ones are the most admired, simply because they are the most reminiscent of summer“ Gun Roswell
Yellow and Green
The flowers in bright yellow, as if positioned against the green of the meadow, posing there for a picture perfect stare.
But it wasn’t all these pretty flowers and green grasses were, not for those loving the summer, it’s freshness, warmth and sunny glares.
The fluffy clouds and blue skies, running outside without too much in clothing wise, as the colours beckoned from the window seen, all of those yellows and greens, never in winter time seen.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 