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A Hound’s Garden The Citrus Saga Part One: Cursed The blossoms were sweetly fragrant belying their sour harvest the tree named Meyer bore a dulcet legacy doomed to wither in a corner under the sly vigilance of a young hound. Part Two: Salvation It arrived in a plain brown box glossy leaves without flowers a solitary green satsuma flailing in the breeze transformed under the sleepy gaze of a furry connoisseur whose daily test sniff promised a favorite delicacy’s imminent arrival. Part Three: Thankful Harvest Peeled glory boasted succulent slices of tangerine heaven just barely enough for one mouth to savor. Part Four: Grim Reaper Growing season came again fragrant blossoms erupted sweet branches studded with unripe fruit stood proudly in the Texas sunlight when like a thief in the night every unborn tangerine was gone one early morn sad faces saw the end of a Satsuma riddled era. Part 5: Fare Thee Well Years have passed Since the hound’s youthful indiscretions her sight long gone nose not as sharp the tangerine tree belongs to someone else those fruitful bounties live only in the dreams of an old dog.
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
april-dawn
Agony and Ecstasy:
A Hound’s Garden The Citrus Saga Part One: Cursed The blossoms were sweetly fragrant belying their sour harvest the tree named Meyer bore a dulcet legacy doomed to wither in a corner under the sly vigilance of a young hound. Part Two: Salvation It arrived in a plain brown box glossy leaves without flowers a solitary green satsuma flailing in the breeze transformed under the sleepy gaze of a furry connoisseur whose daily test sniff promised a favorite delicacy’s imminent arrival. Part Three: Thankful Harvest Peeled glory boasted succulent slices of tangerine heaven just barely enough for one mouth to savor. Part Four: Grim Reaper Growing season came again fragrant blossoms erupted sweet branches studded with unripe fruit stood proudly in the Texas sunlight when like a thief in the night every unborn tangerine was gone one early morn sad faces saw the end of a Satsuma riddled era. Part 5: Fare Thee Well Years have passed Since the hound’s youthful indiscretions her sight long gone nose not as sharp the tangerine tree belongs to someone else those fruitful bounties live only in the dreams of an old dog.
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