Afternoon Delight

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 17 Aug 2022
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Dear diary...it's Sunday afternoon,

14th August 2022, and the temperature

keeps on rising.

 

Sitting in my garden den, thinking

of the wild green man: ivy covered

earth beneath feet, while knotted

branches weaving wall to mark

this serenity...my sacred space,

deviation from extreme heat.

 

Where for me ethereal nature spirits

transport movement beyond mortal

closed eyes, imaginary aspirations

echo magical path of healing.

 

To ponder on the forest where

cool-eyed owl leisurely perches,

and squirrel with impish rush spies

Oak trees bounty of acorns; to feed

beneath russet fallen leaves in Autumn.

 

I often wonder if Grandma knew

about curative therapies, I recall she

always cradled curiosity, just like mum.

Did she slip through uncharted forests

and along country hedgerows like myself?

 

Reconnecting with woodlands! I wonder

if from May to June; did she forage for

Woodruff? Such a pretty herb, dressed like

a bride in white flowers with stunning

connections to medicinal powers;

no blemishes...just a profound scent that's

like freshly cut grass.

 

As I pondered on this matter, I'm brought back

to the here and now, noticing our resident fox

came to say hello. Sitting on dry brown grass;

it was seeming to wonder at my private space –

gazing in perplexed manner, scratching away

any fears while grooming. I call him whiskers,

he makes me smile, but fox does not stay long,

soon he's on his merry way to leave me for

another day.

 

Photos my own.

 

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by marandina on

I wish I have visits and conversations with foxes. Sounds wonderful. There's a lot of ground covered in this reverie. Enjoyed, of course. Paul :) 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

you know it was fun to take some paper and pen into my Maple tree den, and write down my thoughts and feelings. Capturing memories of walks in the woods and forest, also recalling my gran who I had a special bond with and wondering if she too had special moments loving nature spirits.

Whiskers the fox I named doesn't really hang around that long, but because I was so still and quiet, he or she had no idea I was there, I just closed my eyes and sent out thoughts, it was so strange because as soon as I opened my eyes, fox had that perplexed expression and decided to leave...perhaps fox read my thoughts of saying: "Hello!"  Discovering it was not alone. 

I'm so glad you enjoyed Paul, and thank you so much for letting me know, it makes writing so worthwhile to share with other writers.

Blessings to you.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by celticman on

I like the sound of woodruff. I like the sound of this. I wonder if your mum and grandma wondered too. I guess like you. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

What a lovely surprise to end my day on. Thank you so much for those lovely cherries, and for your comment, really cheered me up. Glad you enjoyed the bit about Woodruff, it's a very special herb that has many qualities, my mum used to adore the fragrance and I do too.

Blessings to you.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

 

Submitted by MarciaMarcia on

Jennifer

    Your words have brought me to tears. Your exquisite merging with the nature of nature that you feel and can somehow find words and rhythms in line, that lift off the page to my very soul. God has indeed Blessed you with your symphony and I am so very priveledged to hear you. Marcia

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Marcia,

the happiness you've sent my way is priceless. I couldn't imagine when I wrote this poem that it would have such an emotional response when read.

I'm so glad you liked reading and I truely appreciate your thoughts. Thank you so much and bless you.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI Jenny

I love this beautiful description of your special place which makes the most uncomfortable day Ok again. 

We had a local fox when my husband was still alive, and he used to feed it sausages. Shameful I know, and I felt very guilty when he killed all the neighbours chickens. 

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

it's always sad when any creature is found dead, but foxes like all animals don't know any better, for them it's survival, even though your husband was feeding the fox. 

I wouldn't actually approach any fox myself, it can be very dangerous as they're unpredictable and I'm not experienced enough to know what they're moves might be. But I do enjoy watching them quietly while sitting out of the way. Normally if they know I'm around they'll scarper pretty quickly, but this is good because humans can be as unpredictable, and I don't think any wild creatures should become trustworthy of any human.

I'm still thinking of you and hoping you are okay.

Many thanks for reading and your kind words.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

it's always sad when any creature is found dead, but foxes like all animals don't know any better, for them it's survival, even though your husband was feeding the fox. 

I wouldn't actually approach any fox myself, it can be very dangerous as they're unpredictable and I'm not experienced enough to know what they're moves might be. But I do enjoy watching them quietly while sitting out of the way. Normally if they know I'm around they'll scarper pretty quickly, but this is good because humans can be as unpredictable, and I don't think any wild creatures should become trustworthy of any human.

I'm still thinking of you and hoping you are okay.

Many thanks for reading and your kind words.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Nolan on

Very good poem Jenny, isn't there something like "an english country garden"? On autumn there are lots.

Looks like it's our turn now for the heat last year there was a lot of rain let's hope. It's already warm and barely into spring. To top it there's electricity loadshedding.

See you! Nolan &

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Nolan,

There are English country gardens in England, but they're very far and few between, normally they belong to the English Heritage and are tended by experienced gardeners who i very much admire for their dedication and hard work.

The garden is looking so much better now the rains have appeared again. All that heatwave did, was to make everything appear to be dying, and left me feeling like I was living in a constant sauna, we're just not used to that extreme heat in this country, and we don't have air conditioning. 

I've never heard of electricity loadshedding. Our electric bills have gone up, but we don't use that much in our house, so it's not effecting us too much, but when the Winter finally arrives, I'm sure it will be different.

Any way I hope you enjoy your spring, because I know I'll enjoy our autumn, my favourite time of year.

Thank you for stopping by to read and let me know you enjoyed reading this poem.

Jenny. smiley