A GARDENER’S GRATITUDE
I’m grateful for feisty friends, tart as apples,
For crotchety friends, sour as rhubarb, and as indestructible.
For handsome family, gorgeous as eggplant, elegant as rows of corn,
Plain as potatoes.
Grateful for funny people, silly as Brussels sprouts, amusing as Jerusalem artichokes, persistent as bamboo.
Serious people, complex as cauliflower, as available as summer squash, intricate as onions.
I’m even grateful for the slugs, squash borers, and the volunteer bunnies, keeping me alert with outwitting them.
Grateful for old friends who wind around me like clematis, holding me despite blight, wilts, and withering,
Remembering all those who are gone from my life,
Like gardens which have been harvested,
Those who, in so many ways, fed me in their time.