"Two wrongs may not make a right but a thousand wrongs make a writer.”

Friday, June 21, 2013

The Blackbird and the Strawberry

Observe the girl eating a strawberry. Observe the cattle observing her. They line the electric fence bordering the patch and watch with unblinking eyes. Some become bored with her repetition and chomp on grass, others chew their cuds as the calves scamper to and fro. They follow her progress along the 300-foot row and jostle each other for a view. Their fence runs out. Her row continues. She leaves them behind. 
Her fingers seek the silver dollar-sized berries hidden under the leaves in the center of the plant, heavy with ripeness and replete with moisture, nestled out of sight of the most keen-sighted blackbird. She holds them by the stem and drops them in the box.

The strawberry plant is the perfect camouflage, the perfect fruit. It needs no fungicides or chemicals. It needs no genetic tinkering. She regrets her father's position.
The odor from the animals wafts on the whip of their tails, earthy and fungal, not unpleasant, but memory-laden. The cattle, the grass, fresh cut hay in the air and holding hands in the night. A memory.

7 comments:

Jemi Fraser said...

Lovely! Your words always evoke such vivid images for me! :)

ed pilolla said...

rich aromas and flavors. the blackbird and strawberry have a fun tension, and your images are full of life. this reads raw like a worthy memory.

Liza said...

You have made me long for fresh strawberries...

Anthony Duce said...

Wonderful piece. Thanks for taking my thoughts somewhere else for a while..

Yvonne Osborne said...

Jemi,
Thank you so much.

Ed,
Thanks! Wonderful to see you again.

Liza
Aren't they just the best? Thanks.

Tony,
Thank you very much. Paint a basket of berries for me!

G-Man said...

Yvonne...Yvonne...

He keeps calling her name like a favorite mantra.

He lives for that occasional echo.

I'll leave the front porch light on

Enjoy Your Summer...G

Yvonne Osborne said...

Galen,
Thank you so much. I don't know how much I'm enjoying it. I'd rather be writing. Feeling very stressed.