It has been a very happy garden season. The cucumber vines are twining, beets are beating, lettuces are gifting us salads most days, tomatoes are beginning to ripen, basil growing for our pesto dreams, senescent garlic close to harvest, winter squash, and parsnips…oh parsnips that will delight come the crisp fall air. I share this post in honor of my beloved Aunt Terry who gifted my Mother and me this poem celebrating our 2013 garden in southern Indiana.

Such A Happy Garden Season

When your backside is in the air,
and your head is bowing down,
you could be int he garden,
picking food from out of the ground.

You try your best to scare the bugs,
you pick out lots of weeds, 
you chase away the rabbits-deer,
so they don't steal all your seeds.

And the rain does fall and sun (son) does shine,
stuff pops up from the dirt,
and you go pick, pick, pick, pick, pick, pick,
fill up the tail of your skirt. 

Ms. Terry Seymour