Nurture your Nature

June's lamented tune....

June's lamented tune...
24.june.2019

Before I forget these notes from late June:

Cool breeze, 19º. Leavings of green-gold sepals under the locust. It's June 23rd. Dappled shade when the sun peaks out.

Myriad crafts: ceramics, glass, clothes, paper, leather... under white canopied tents aflutter. It's Made Fair in Caras Park.

The slow slither of chatting hoards thins out. The vendors pack their wares. I leave with a fragrant sachet, a gift from Lavender Lori, to soothe my nerves.

The next day, the 24th, I watch a sparrow on a slender stem, making it bend. Cool-in-the-shade breeze. Weeds struggling in the cracks between bricks of the patio at Bernice's Bakery.

Yellow daisies contrast with purple petunias as four women chat as cotton puffs of the poplar float by. Hopping sparrows search for crumbs. Spring has left with the breeze dancing in the weeping limbs of the white birch tree.

A muzzled dog saunters by. A plaintive chirp. I have nothing to offer. I say goodbye to the fragrance of white flowers, the pale pink of bindweed, the velvet touch of lamb's ears.

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