PAINTING STUDIO On The Eve Of August By Stephen Craig Rowe

                                                 "Space is only as deep as one makes it."Stephen Craig Rowe

     On the eve of August pluck ripe tomatoes from a plant smelling rather like ditch weed that Bambi and company crushed a bit of while grazing on the rosebuds.

     Chomp, munch and crunching sounds of deer delight.

     " Hey, watch out!  Ya just pushed me into that great big green plant with those round red, green and orange things."

      "Ewww,’scuse me.  It is a rather small garden you know."

      "Yeah, well if you hadn’t bumped into me…..What is that smell?"

      "Your hooves crushed some of the tomato plant, silly deer."

      "Stinks to high heaven like a skunk, cat pee, or really bad pot."

      "Really bad pot.  How would you know?"

      "Remember last August we got really wasted munching on bats and buds over yonder."

      "Oh yes.  You could not stop laughing or eating and kept calling everyone Dude."

      " Yeah, well you should have seen the silly expression on your face with your big red Bambi eyes and toungue flapping out the side of your chops.  Slobbering and giggling like a she cat in heat."

       " And how ’bout you trying to mount that scare crow on the way home.  Yelling hey Dudes I’m gonna do Bozo the clown."

        Click!  "We better scram.  That click was Stephen turning on the bedroom light."

        "Shoosh, be quiet."  I tossed and turned a bit but the light was only in my dreams.

         The deer then stepped silent in the early dawn just before the first peep of light or chirp of birds smiling and nodding to each other as they made way up the ridge and back into the woods on the eve of August.

 

Have a good-great weekend and as ever be well.

Stephen Craig Rowe

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