In memory  –  Father’s Day 2019

His mother named him Carlos, such a strange name for a Welshman. Perhaps she loved Spain. 

Summers heavy cloak hung over fields of Goldenrod, their long limbs reaching out to mesh with spiky leaves that sheltered bundles of marmalade florets.Their invasion of the meadow met with merciless machetes that hacked through  the unwelcome invaders who hadn’t the courtesy to extend a pleasant fragrance.

The trail led to an arbor by a trickling brook. Nestled  in a stand of trees a precarious trellis  bowed heavy  with  never ending appendages that wound and wove through dense clusters of bulbous translucent nipples clinging tenaciously to their host.

The scent of peppery earth stung the nostrils and attracted white tail deer that ravaged the vines of their treasure. The old man once snaked a garden hose through the lattice to frighten them, a guise that worked only to  astonish lovers lingering at fertile ground, a sacred rendezvous.

Soon the clammy dragons of summer breathed their fiery breath and the skin of the luminous fruit burst with the sweetest nectar and they were declared  ripe and ready to harvest and process by a secret recipe known only to the old man and his son. Ruptured with a pestle and filtered, the grapes were transformed and stored in Bell jars, sweet and crisp, underdeveloped, but heady and pleasant.

Rarely did my father materialize from his travels once I had been delivered for the summer yet somehow the harvesting  of the grapes invoked his presence like a lark at dawn.

 

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      1. I’ve not been it the south in the summertime, but I did spend many summers in Kansas when I was younger. While it doesn’t really get much hotter in Kansas than it does here, 100º F with 70% or higher humidity is unbearable compared to 100º F with 6% humidity like we get here. We were camping near Ravenna, Italy in July 1999. There was a heat wave with 104º F temps and 99% humidity. That was your dragon’s breath. We couldn’t move without being drenched in sweat.

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  1. A lovely remembrance on this our father’s day, Rene. I too was left each summer in Florida, shared between my grand parents. My mother and father would magically appear the weekend before school started and cart me back from my carefree life to the toil of reading, writing, and arithmetic. Oh, and homework 📚 lots of homework. The memories of those summers was a lifetime of innocent childhood dreams realized day by steaming hot day.

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      1. Oh wow I never knew you were a nurse. That’s so amazing Holly. That totally fits with your loving and caring personality. Your patients are lucky to have you! ❤
        I wonder why you couldn't comment? I'm a little tired of WP and their apps not working right. Oh well we always know how to find if other if need be! ❤ Have a beautiful day beautiful friend ❤

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  2. Happy Father’s Day!
    I don’t know my father, he left when I was 4. He never came back.
    He phoned me several years ago for forgiveness. I forgave, insincerely, just in case.
    Adore your work. Adore you!
    This piece is quite magnificent! xo

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      1. We both have a strange past with our dads!
        Mine ran off on a drunk, and never came back. Yours was doing a service for his country. Well, we did just fine with them gone, why ever they were gone!!! ❤

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        1. My Mom passed away when I was little. I think he did his best but fortunately I had amazing grandparents who took me on. I began traveling with my dad as I grew up, we began to relate better. ♥️

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          1. Interesting! I lived with my grandparents for awhile when I was young. My dad and I never really got on…. but after our comments last night, I phoned him to wish him a Father’s Day. Even though it kept meup all night, I’m glad I did it!
            What a crazy day! We had the Raptor’s celebration today. About 3 million people showed up. 1 shooting near the end, with 2 people hurt, no one dead. It started at 10 am, and just finished. xoxoxo

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  3. A wonderful memory ❤ in Germany the celebration is on Christ Himmelfahrt, you might know what I mean 😉 I have lost my father when I was 7 years old and I have just a few scenes in my mind but they’re still there ❤🙏🤗❤

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    1. I am familiar with the German term Alfaedin, a beautiful meaning, translated in English it means Ascension. I am sorry for your lose and can relate to losing a parent at so young and age., we do cling to those memories that linger. Thank you for the lovely comment. ❤ 🤗

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      1. Sincerely thanks too 🙏❤
        PS; actually, my name is Aladin, just like the tale but I have mistakenly written it on Twitter with “e” in between 😏 and Fazel is my surname, it might be a little complicated 🤪🤣 love you ✌❤

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  4. This is so vivid, Holly, and a cherished memory, it seems.
    I saw in the above comments that you’re a nurse, which I didn’t know either, and that your father was in the service. I admire nurses–not a job I could do. My son-in-law, who was in the military, is going to nursing school now. He’s almost finished.

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  5. A beautiful tribute Rene to a wonderful father from a beautiful daughter, your writing takes the reader there even if they’ve never been there. You are an amazing person and this memory was wonderfully written.

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  6. Poignant Memories that evokes both emotion and the senses .. A very lovely descriptive tribute Holly, one that was tinged with melancholy for the lack of attention paid you, amid the longing to be loved as much as those grapes.
    Sending Love and Blessings dearest Holly ❤

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