For the first time since I planted my miniature sweet cherry tree nine years ago, the birds haven't eaten all the fruit before I could get to it. They'd swoop in and get every last cherry despite noise makers, pie tins, nets, rock throwing, bb guns, and screaming. Not this year. Today there is cherry juice on my chin and the air smells like chives, roses, and wet leaves. Today smells like sweet goodness.
My hair smells like poetry, like the wind, like hot sand, like a country song, like a wolf.
The man in the moon is real. I touched him. He fed me cheese. It wasn't green. It was bleu. My favorite.
You say Clematis, I say Clitoris.
I found a cave man hiding in the rocks. I gave him some whiskey and tied him to a tree. I think he likes me.
The angel in the garden isn't fallen. She's just working on her tan.
Life isn't like a bowl of cherries.
16 comments:
Love this! Miss you and your cherry bunches!!!!
gina marie...shakeshishead*..how will that end up with you and your wonderfull sex food nature poetry thing?...i hope i ll be there to see it..:-)
soon my cherries have to be harvest too...plenty cherry pies and marmelade to make..my godsons are already begging for that..lol
and if you wanna see the man in the moon..follow me...:-)
http://desantiagospussyshack.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-mooni-ll-never-come-back.html
Oh, how wonderful - cherries! I planted two cherry trees years ago but they got girdled one winter and went back to rootstock. The birds like the fruit, but it's mostly pit. This year nothing though - weird weather got the blossoms. I am not an orchardist.
I LOVE "You say Clematis, I say Cloritis" !!!
Life is all of that (what you wrote) plus much more.
just a wee bit dyslexic - wow - I spelled that though
yay erobintica..i totally go for Cloritis ..sounds just to fucking funny..:-)
The Dyslexic Clitoris and the Literate Cloritis!
Aw Shannalicious, I miss you so much! Come back. I'll bake you a pie.
Hi there Mr. Danielle Shakeshishead, thank you! Oh, marmelade....now my head is spinning. Thanks for sharing your blog post -- absolutely incredible.
Robin, you may not be an orchardist, but you sure made my day with an awesome typo and your self-correction. Sweet thing!
Cloritis....hmmm...may have had that disease. It left me with priapism and a tendency to drool whenever a tree whore was in the vicinity.
What a horrible disease! Robin, I had no idea.
Oh, Gina!
You have cherries! I say that is indeed, sweet goodness. Congratulations! What was the trick to keep the cherry pirates away?
Hair smells of poetry, eh? That's so beautiful.
Hi Neve,
The amazing thing is, I had given up on those cherries. I decided the birds could have them. I did nothing this year. It's a miracle. Maybe the sunbathing angel kept those peckers away!
LOL at BAK - tis a dreadful thing - thank eros it's curable.
Every night, I gargle with Clivoris.
Thank Eros indeed!
Jeremy, you are too funny!
Yum!
I have a weakness for sour pie cherries too. Used to devour them by the bunch from a neighbor's tree when I was a kid. I'd eat until I had a stomach ache, then I'd come back for more.
Verification word: antal.
One cannot be antal retentive when stimulating the cloritis.
Hi Craig,
My boys love homemade sour cherry pie but I've never seen anyone devour the sour ones like you described! Must say something about your strong character.
lol then i must have a charakter like that too since i love them sour cherries more then sweet cherries..in my grandmothers garden was a sour cherry tree which fruits i loved so much sometime si sate them when still not really ripe just because i loved the sour bite in mouth on my tongue so much...
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