Winter weighs heavily in the valley, fallow invading the furrow, overlooked fruit wizening on barren sprigs, the juice of the fruit distilling sugars to delicious perfection. Similar to ageing humans ...
I like that, Julie. I'd rather be distilled to delicious perfection than just grow old. (Especially as growing old gracefully has long since been denied me.) I love your photo of nature at rest. K
I like that, Julie. I'd rather be distilled to delicious perfection than just grow old. (Especially as growing old gracefully has long since been denied me.)
ReplyDeleteI love your photo of nature at rest.
K
I dunno about that.
ReplyDeleteI know some pretty wormy old people!
The delicious perfect is evading me today. Perhaps tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteWe're entering summer as you prepare for your winter. Always interesting to compare.
ReplyDeleteWhile we can perhaps forgive a few forgotten fruit left on the vine we cannot excuse overlooking our aged.
ReplyDeleteahhhh.
ReplyDeleteThat is probably what our ovaries look like now.
ReplyDelete*chuckle* - mine are in the incinerator, Diane!
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
ReplyDeleteSo poetic.
ReplyDeleteThe 'ovaries' comment made me laugh Julie..I like the way some folk think haha!
ReplyDeleteNow that does look familiar and I don't mean the reference to ageing humans!
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