Nothing like eating peach in summer when hungry and thirsty, even when not, few things stuck up more proper. Nothing like biting into a banana when up to your neck in slog. The grafter lumping that first mouthful 'll beef you up a ton. Nothing like a zesty orange to dislocate your praxis, refresh the knackering canter, eyeball the sea for an answer. Nothing like the wee strawberry to leave your guilt and loss Behind ya, remove false hopes, return to plain, hard yakka. Where will we see the happy camper? Here in our digs or beyond the mountain? Reward awaits the geezer who's buzz's in nature.
Funnily enough, I was reprimanding myself this morning for not including watermelons in the poem and, last night, at this time of struggle and evil, for daring to write about enjoying fruit and life.
On both counts you've made me feel at ease with your great comment. Thank you! I'm glad that you can till enjoy the irreplaceable freshness, sweetness and amazing abundance a simple fruit offers even now. Be blessed.
Went out and bought watermelons from Kherson the other day. Fresh and delicious. We can enjoy the fruits of summer even in war.
Funnily enough, I was reprimanding myself this morning for not including watermelons in the poem and, last night, at this time of struggle and evil, for daring to write about enjoying fruit and life.
On both counts you've made me feel at ease with your great comment. Thank you! I'm glad that you can till enjoy the irreplaceable freshness, sweetness and amazing abundance a simple fruit offers even now. Be blessed.