I simply couldn't resist going outside before lunch to take a few photos of our garden today, so here they are, beginning with the heroic cabbage!
"In my grandmother's garden grew cabbages
so big I dreamed they could fly...."
She grew mustard greens, too. She added them to her turnip greens pot. A memorable combination. She didn't grow lettuce, though. Or spinach. Or, horrors, broccoli! That would not have made my grandfather happy.
That had been frozen in ennui.
Winter, say a short goodbye,
There's not one reason you should remain:
Summer has ordered his footmen in.
Fred Chappell, from Spring Garden: New & Selected Poems