Michael my man,
Nothing more frightening than a nude land
owner shaking his stick at you. You rank with the streaker guy from
Best,
Leland
Leland R. S. Torrence
Leland Torrence Enterprises and the Guild
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Subject: Re: [BP] Grapes of August
Grapes of August
I like to walk ; and I like to walk nude
Its something I always did
just never got much of a chance
unless I was hiking in the back of the
beyond .
I guess it’s a feeling of freedom
,sans clothes that is
I once circumvented the
in the nude with pimsoles and
stick
I did the same on the better part of
a lake in
in the buff off a white sand
key in
swam naked the seven sacred pools
of
took in bare an medieval estate in
another in
mountains in
a Cathedral in NYC at mid night ,
desert walks in
the Catskills , parts of the
Presidential's, a
and if that gives me bare bragging
rights,
I've got more naked adventures
walking
than I can shake my stick
at
Here in deep woods
I have land , now having land ,
despite its archaic implications
of greed ,gives one a sense of space
and to a certain degree,
…. freedom ...
depending the time of day ,
one can roam explore nature
in the natural without fear or armor
and swim to your hearts content
in the buff at life's pond
In the years that I have lived here
there is comfort in that I have
never
seen anyone unannounced on my land
Freedom is such a fleeting thing ,the
definition anyway
I witnessed
I witnessed communist jails and
capitalist jails
I've supped with Trump and smoked with Gins
burg
So when I set off nude across the horse
pasture
with my walking stick and
trailed
by my blind and deaf dog Lucy
(tail going 90 to nothing )
I felt up lifted in a world of nature ,
Clouds white and purple ,
Sun hot,
of sub tropical vegetation, quiet
peaceful
non confrontational
(unless you like religion or politics)and
happily I don't
I arrived at my grape arbor totally nude
at about 4 o'clock having
taken my Sunday swim .
of different shade of
grapes ,
I poke the leaves with my stick and
expose there before me ... the grapes of summer ,
some are ripe and others perhaps a
week to go
, I eagerly pop some in my mouth
and let their sweet liquid
goodness melt my tongue and back of
mouth
in a rush of happy expectation .
These are my children I have watched after
since February
when I cut terminal buds and talked
baby talk to them..
month after month ....now I drink in
its freshness and bath in its rejuvenation
like child birth my grapes
have arrived and I am happy
I experiment going from root to
root bare ass and testing each vine for its quality and
select taste, I make head garlands of their leafs and don them on Lucy
and I
wandering blindly and together like
two retirees in love , nibbling , testing sniffing for nature .The sun is
hot .They say you shouldn't be out in it .
The sweat and the pollen lay on my summer
red skin
..Sometimes I think I will die here , just
fall over into my grapes...wouldn't that be something ? headlines read:
man found dead and nude in his
grape arbor …what a happy ending
Py