Life Is Poetry Waiting To Be Written or Eaten!!

The endless possibilities of garden-fresh fareis pure culinary poetry!So worth the toil when the soil is rich and the rain is plentifuland the roots thrive!)Makes the humble laborerSo glad to be alive! Yesterday my neighbor dropped of a pint of raspberriesso I texted the clan and let them know there is a surprise dessert at Emily's housefor anyone wo can make it...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 sothis morning's question was,What to do with a bowl full of black currants? this! Beets are constantly being thinned... (I used white onion instead of shallots) Before the ink of one is dry another starts to brewAs surely as you catch my eye or as the sky is blueOr as a bud bursts into bloom or a bird into songOr morning into blush-brushed light and night into so-long As surely as the cricket hails the middle of JulyOr as a season scales the height of a year slipping byOr as the colour of its cast crescendos ere it fadesOr as the valour of the past augments its promenades As surely as love holds and must let go, ready or notAs surely as a sense of sorrow stirs a tender thoughtOr as a breeze rolls through treetops like waves on lofty seasOr as a pang of longing tugs at World of Memories As surely as tomorrow is forever held at bayOr as a surge of gratitude steals humbled breath awayOr as the flicker of a lily showcases the sunOr as the shadow climbs the hill where one more day is done ...or as kerplop of a raindrop ignites a giddy danceAs dust devils are tamed and liquid diamonds lavish plants Or as a summer afternoon entangled in heartstringsWakens awareness to the whir of time's gossamer wings ...or as the garden spills with fare and thrills the happy cookOr as the tea is poured and feet pulled up, nose in a book*Or as the gladness of a child hearkens to childhoods spentOr as the ilk of life runs wild with laughter and lament As surely as the green of spring turns summer bronze and goldOr as delight is overcome with wonders to beholdOr as the grace of God ignites a rush of poetryBefore the ink of one is dry, another starts to be © Janet Martin *It was so amusing to watch my grandchildren wild with excitement and curiosityhovering 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 ItSo Can I!!'😅😂💗