It is the Fourth of July and the grill is being cleaned and filled with mesquite and charcoal. I can almost smell the burgers now. The best part will be when they sit around after fireworks and eat the homemade ice cream made right here under my boughs. Black walnut ice cream of course. It was always her mama’s favorite. She will come sit in my tire swing and make me groan as she swings the grandkids on her lap. The kids tried to make a tree house one year, and I still have the scars and bent nails to prove it. It was so windy and so poorly constructed that it did not last long. |
Daily Archives: April 6, 2011
Reflections of Walnut Tree
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New Day (3 word Wed post)
The clock says four but the rooster is adamant
With his raucous nasal alarm
Town folks arise with musical notes
But ours are more peculiar on the farm
The dark roast is dripping in the pot,
My mate has seemingly risen with ease.
Wonder if I could fabricate a headache
And snuggle down for a few more zzz’s?
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