Life Is Poetry Waiting To Be Written or Eaten!!

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...

Cornstarch Pudding topped with raspberries and whipped cream

'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?

this! Black Currant Coffee Cake

Beets are constantly being thinned...

Roasted Beet and Feta Salad

(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!!'😅😂💗