“Something about the red berries makes me just… drool and eat them all up in one go until I cannot eat any more!” Gun Roswell
A July gift to you
A red tasty strawberry
May be of few
But the taste better
Than you knew
Best now them cherish
Before autumn arrives
And with it all
The strawberries
Will perish
“They are ready for the picking, those red, juicy and delicious berries as provided by mother nature. Eat them before the crows do!” Gun Roswell
Juicy and sweet
Quite the treat
When on the beat
In the summer’s heat
And well worth
The tweet
“The red against the green is a contrast indeed.” Gun Roswell
Red Cherries ready for the picking
Bright red and delicious, so totally lickable and precious
The cherries hanging from the branch, ready to the picking before March
And so this may be the start of a great harvest
Even if it might be way before its ready time
But these days, reading the calendar, is kind of a hassle
As the world around has become upside down and you would think we’re living in Brazil
Still, enjoy the small bounties found all year round
And eat them, with the red cherry on the top
“Two berries, both cherries, hanging from a branch, it’s not much, but it’s a start” Gun Roswell
Two cherries
There are two of them left, just there, hanging by themselves, after all the others have gone, eaten perhaps or thrown off by gusts too strong, the rest plucked by birds, just for the off chances of fun.
But the two of there remain, looking exactly the same, as in the very beginning, remaining still there even if the high rain came, the two keep on, the colour never changing, always the brightest of red.
Nobody even thinking of picking them off anymore, simply letting the two berries to stay put there, as if they should, the reason unknown, guess it’s just because the all want to keep the myth alive, at least for a while.
“Whatever it is, two is better than one, and then again, if you have two, why not three or more, after all, more is more, right?” Gun Roswell
Two or four, more is more? Or maybe not?
What is it with us and the fact that stuff keeps gathering up, in all the corners of the rooms of our homes, sometimes even chocking the whole office and bedroom, piles upon piles on top of each other, will try us to gently but surely smother?
Well, guess the old adage, less is more, has yet to reach the modern core, as the need for all things new and better, just is in sitting there, set in our current DNA, most likely to stay? Some of us maybe saying what the hey, when in Rome, but yeah, it’s the more that is definitely not the score.
So, if you see a low hanging fruit or berry, possible something like the pictured cherry, why don’t you simply try to settle for just two, and leave the rest there, for others to chew. Maybe it’s not so bad to just get the taste of it, rather than to try to overdo it with too much of the sugary goods? So, are you on board?
“The bounty of nature just at reach, as the fall of seasons prepared the feast” Gun Roswell
Juicy Fruits, hanging low
The seasonal harvest started with a single song and dance, up until very midnight to last
A festival of sorts, to celebrate the offerings ready and waiting to be collected, never neglected
And so, after the party, there will be much work really hard, but if the workers play it smart
They can easily take part in all the daily routines, and then when evening emerges, the fun can continue
While giving thanks to all that wondrous bounty, making its way to the tables, plentiful like on all the fables
Definitely all of it well worth the hard work put into the collection of all, fruits, berries even a few vedgies
All of it easily picked and plucked from the fields and trees, as this year they all had had very good luck
And so, as the harvest is being preserved, to the upon coming season of cold and weather blurred
The people keep going on, picking it all up, having a few bites in between work and life
And especially the juicy fruits hanging low, are the ones being called, as they keep the circular momentum going on
“Two is better than one, right? I mean as far as the consumables go? Berries of red, you know? Cherries? Tow of them? Anyone?” Gun Roswell
Two cherries on top
Feeling hungry again? In desperate need of some tasty treats?
Perhaps for some of that sweet, sweet nutrition to fill that lurking greed?
Then maybe there is something to offer to what you totally seek?
Right up there, in that very place of such lush greens and some even red tree?
Can you really not see? Up there right at your short arms reach?
It’s all paid for by Mother Nature, you know, so it’s absolutely and totally free!
So now, what you need to do, is just take it as it is:
Make the effort and pick out few, even more of the juicy ones to chew or a few more
Because these are the kinds of berries you cannot find in any kind of store
Then, pick that perfect place, preferably in some quite corner in the shade
Lift up your now tired feet to a position which looks and feels quite neat
Then pick up a cherry, one at the time, as you want them to last for a while
And once you are filled with all them goodies, you can enjoy life and maybe even smile
“The seasonal harvest, is finally at hand, and well, it wasn’t really anything planned, but I am going to pick me some, that’ll be fun!“ Gun Roswell
Berries, certainly, on the very top
See, the beautiful blue, black, yellow, green, but mostly red
Which are, oh so gorgeous, berries, and tasty as, well, hell
So, not really any kind of sense in, them completely wasting
Do, pick up, a few, or more, of them buckets and go chasing
Those, absolutely juiciest and sweet tidbits of the mother nature
And then climbing up that tall ladder, and what, an adventure!
Really, just do your best ever(so far) thing before that winter
And, maybe earn in the process, a few of them ouch-y splinters
But, really, the main point, of this, totally silly and very little ditty
Is certainly not to do, a lot of any kind of, self serving type pity
Rather, for you, yes, you, to get up, go, to the very outside
And, finally, to absolutely enjoy the garden, one more time
Maybe, even pick up a few of those berries here mentioned
Before, the cold hearted winter snow makes its intervention
“It is once again that time of the year, to go out there, into the wilderness, to check out the bounty and do the harvest of it all” Gun Roswell
Mushy Mushroomy
The daily trip around the familiar park
Usually the hight light of the very day
As was the quick dash to the local supermarket
To pick up some goodies for the evening fest
So, walking the usual route around the moat
No, I wasn’t looking for any kind of boat
Just taking a stroll in the afternoon’s warming sun
Because that is the most of my daily doze of fun
Strolling along, humming off key some old song
Which I had heard, apparently years go, or so
But who is counting anyway, as getting younger, well
Yeah, that is still a thing for us old folks to slay
But, as always, I digress, and never the less
What did I spot on the path side, mouth agape open wide
As so big was my surprise, of finding these big mushy things
Oddly shaped and slimy looking nature created beings
And then, what do I do?
Stopping right there in my very steps
Looking around like a psycho for the Feds
Then quickly as there is no one around
I dive down to the very slippery ground
Pull out a small bag I keep in my pocket
And start grabbing the mushy things out of their sockets
Soon enough the bag is completely full
I get up and start running like a fool
Because, oh boy! oh boy!
Today, thar will be served mushroom soup!
“Gathering nectar from the flowers in the garden, quite smart” Gun Roswell
Harvest Bees
When the day begins
The garden alive, almost like spring
The birds in the trees sing
Their song, most likely, of the pending fall
As they sit and sing, in the trees tall
Sitting, in my solemn seat
Watching, the life on display, such a treat
With the smells and monotonous sounds
Everywhere, to be found
And then, comes, the annoying buzzing
As if someone started, really loud humming
Breaking, the calming routine of it all
Just as I, was thinking, the time had stalled
They are so loud, even if their bodies are quite small
They fly by, really, really fast
Like some kamikaze planes, from the past
And finally landing, onto the flowers pretty
Suckling in, all the nectar, really quickly
Clearly, the harvest time, for our winged friends
As their hive, on this precious food source, depend
Gathering it all ,with professional precision
Then bringing it back, for the queen’s decision
As to whom shall be rewarded, with the nectar of gods
That scene would indeed, be, an interesting thing, to blog
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