Number one still defines the space. For now.
It's been cool this summer, but dry.
Even this past week of highs in the low 80s,
cool nights refresh, but the garden still needs water.
And it produces--abundantly.
The second crop of raspberries
pull the canes to the ground.
Romano pole beans hang
like the ice-sickles of Spring claiming Winter.
Cabbage heads are full to bursting.
Tomatoes, green, pink and red--
some on the ground, half-eaten by squirrels.
Peppers, butternut squash,
carrots, beets.
Zucchini.
Still push to outgrow the season.
I wish that when the days were longer
I had had more time to weed and prune and plan
for the harvest. Now it comes.
How many weeks?
One more cold moon?
Maybe.
Before the frost
that ends this cycle.
Freezer packs
and hot pot's aroma.
Satisfaction of nurturing the garden life
and sweet berries for breakfast.
Yes.
.
I took a chance and got a great surprise poem ... to continue with the Garden poem I resonated with before. How I miss my Pa's garden...we mow it like a lawn now, but I'll always remember running through the giant sunflowers and all the rows of corn... sitting in the watermelon patch with my little brother and eating fresh banana peppers and tomatoes after brushing off the dirt ... and "plugging" a Sugar Baby melon, oh, so sweet! You are a good gardener, Ardi K! and gardener of poetry, too.
ReplyDeleteOh, like Kylita says it all sounds so lovely and "mouth watering"..
ReplyDeleteBut Ardi it's still very hot here!! It's been one of the longest and hottest summers I can remember since living here and it will be in the low 100's starting on tuesday they say. My body doesn't handle the heat well at all these days.
My body, mind and soul wait with baited breath for fall...I think it will be a bit late this year...sigh..:o(
Blessings and hope your well, not heard from you in quite some time.
Stay well my friend,
Rhi
Thank you Ky & Rhi. Love the memories. Gardening is a divine gift of life.
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