Thursday, July 17, 2014

Summer Heat


    My Rowan tree hangs heavy with berries like the undercarriage of a suckling sow.

    Notice is served that the tail-end of summer has sprouted from the butt-end of its beginning.

    Soon there will be blackberries, browning leaves and tinsel, but for now we bask in the glow of summer's pulsating sunbeat.

    Tis a time of glory, a time of WASP ATTACK — so let us cherish it.

    Let us also use it as an opportunity to RE-TREAD AN OLD BLOG POST!


 


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