On our daily walks
with the dogs
We learnt to follow
the seasons
We knew where to go
To find quinces and
make divine vanilla quince jelly,
To pick up apples and
have caramelized upside-down apple pies,
To look for fresh boletus
to cook with risotto,
To pick some luscious
figs to accompany prosciutto,
Some lovely yellow
plums from a long time planted tree
Last remnant of a farm
now gone,
To make a scrumptious
clafoutis.
The water to make the
best coffee and beer in town.
That was for the nice
scrounges.
We also knew where to
go to pick up
Fat cow pats for the
roses garden.
It is amazing what one
can find in public spaces,
So many people passing
and not noticing,
The natural bounty all
around us.
One thing we did not
touch were
The blackberries
because of the spraying
Which was the source
of a deep sorrow
For one of our neighbors,
No more blackberry
jelly or pies for her and her daughters!
But she still had the
memories of delicious school girls’ parties.
It was a world of simple pleasures
which I miss in the big city.
©L. Bailliet
10/2/2012
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