The endless possibilities of garden-fresh fare
is pure culinary poetry!
So worth the toil
when the soil is rich
and the rain is plentiful
and the roots thrive!)
Makes the humble laborer
So glad to be alive!
Yesterday my neighbor dropped of a pint of raspberries
so I texted the clan and let them know
there is a surprise dessert at Emily's house
for anyone wo can make it...
'or as the garden spills with fare and thrills the happy cook'
I had picked the currants just before leaving for the special Dessert evening so
this morning's question was,
What to do with a bowl full of black currants?
Beets are constantly being thinned...
(I used white onion instead of shallots)
Before the ink of one is dry another starts to brew
As surely as you catch my eye or as the sky is blue
Or as a bud bursts into bloom or a bird into song
Or morning into blush-brushed light and night into so-long
As surely as the cricket hails the middle of July
Or as a season scales the height of a year slipping by
Or as the colour of its cast crescendos ere it fades
Or as the valour of the past augments its promenades
As surely as love holds and must let go, ready or not
As surely as a sense of sorrow stirs a tender thought
Or as a breeze rolls through treetops like waves on lofty seas
Or as a pang of longing tugs at World of Memories
As surely as tomorrow is forever held at bay
Or as a surge of gratitude steals humbled breath away
Or as the flicker of a lily showcases the sun
Or as the shadow climbs the hill where one more day is done
...or as kerplop of a raindrop ignites a giddy dance
As dust devils are tamed and liquid diamonds lavish plants
Or as a summer afternoon entangled in heartstrings
Wakens awareness to the whir of time's gossamer wings
...or as the garden spills with fare and thrills the happy cook
Or as the tea is poured and feet pulled up, nose in a book
*Or as the gladness of a child hearkens to childhoods spent
Or as the ilk of life runs wild with laughter and lament
As surely as the green of spring turns summer bronze and gold
Or as delight is overcome with wonders to behold
Or as the grace of God ignites a rush of poetry
Before the ink of one is dry, another starts to be
© Janet Martin
*It was so amusing to watch my grandchildren wild with excitement and curiosity
hovering at the 'Mystery Dessert (hiding in a big bowl with a lid)
while we waited till everyone was there to start.
...made me relive a little of my own long-lost childhood.
Oh, the excitement of out-of-the-blue guests and surprises.
Esp. surprises you could eat!!
Wild with delight...
We could literally write a little book right now entitled
'If Big Brother Can Do It
So Can I!!'π
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