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| It is currently 91 degrees - this looks more than inviting
It’s a
warm late summer afternoon. I’m sitting
on the patio under dappled shade from the grapevines clinging to the
pergola. The fountain is bubbling away
and my phone’s Pandora app is playing “How to Save a Life” by The Fray. It’s not often that schedules allow for two
whole hours without needing to do something – a lazy luxury.
Listening
to the various songs floating out of the pink and gray-clad phone, my mind
wanders to a tantalizing pastime for such an afternoon…skinny dipping in a back
road swimming hole. Now don’t get all
shy and embarrassed. There’s an exquisite
freedom of ditching the shorts and boots while hiking to have a refreshing swim
in a crisp mountain stream or indulging in the natural hot spring you stumbled
upon. Even the hormone-driven teens heading
to the river for a plunge understand the bliss.
Speaking
from experience, gliding through cool waters sans clothing is revitalizing and lovely. The sound of the water splashing in the
fountain lures me into reminiscing…I’m wishing for a secluded pool in the
river.
hot, still air hangs breathless in the dwindling summer
crickets fiddle a melodic tune to the percussion of bull
frogs
overhead a fan twists, slowly disturbing the air…but does
little to refresh the sweltering mood
filmy, cotton clothes cling to damp, salty bodies resting
idly on the porch
crisp pools in the creek sing a siren song
intimate eyes tease…hands catch hold
passion skips a note on the footpath to the stream
hot, still air hangs breathless in the dwindling summer
filmy, cotton clothes lay strewn on the bank
salty bodies dip in crisp pools to the crickets’ melodic
tune
Remembering
simple pleasures…and bare escapades!
Missy
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green in concrete For the last lot-of-years I’ve lived in urban areas. I’ve become a city girl with hints of a flower child mixed with hipster nuances…translated I like to wear skinny jeans. This is the total opposite of how I grew up, which was on a farm. My paternal grandparents grew, raised, caught and hunted for everything they ate – radical organic, free-range stuff. On my Mom’s side of the fam tree, there were green grocers and orchard growers. Heck, I was in 4-H raising feeder calves and a small flock of wooly sheep. Gardens, canning, freezing and preserving everything was the ordinary. I carried on the gardening-preserving, saving the spoils piece, until I found myself in fresh veggie-at-a-farmer’s-market heaven! The foreign city I found myself in had a temperate climate where fruit and vegetables could be grown year ‘round, and … it was sold at a giant open air market every week. Yippee! I no longer needed to ...
tis so good to remember.....
ReplyDeleteSure is. Lonny and I were trying to remember our last escapade. Sad that it was a little way back, but vacation starts in a few days.....
ReplyDeleteSaw your entry in the Writers Hangout Have read a number of your posts and I love your writing, your style and view of life and nature. BTW I swim in the nude in my pool all the time. It's great!
ReplyDeleteHi Bob...thanks for reading and your kind words. Excellent that you have a pool to enjoy, sans clothing!
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