Siesta Showdown

The vineyard in front of our home

2pm. Siesta hour. The wrong time to be 

wandering the fields, warn the locals, as

 they flee the heavy heat of the midday sun.

 A green ghost town,

(save for a camera crazed Canadian
rambling around),

where the grape 

and the olive 

battle it out, in a showdown of fruit fire;
boughs shooting still bitter bullets,
vines ablaze with cannonballs of juice.

The Chapel of St. Irene, sits on the property next to ours.

 Needless to say,
both pray, to keep the rain at bay;

the grape, for fear of drowning its flavour away,

 while waterlogged olives 
cringe at the thought of decay!

 In the end,
better to be friends than foes,
 they thought, so they joined forces,
 and together, they faithfully 
fought the watery war against
decomposition and rot,
and only then, did they, too,
 surrender to siesta.

Thanks for visiting and
have a wonderful week!

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