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.
The mountain laurel is blooming now. And the iris!
Our spirits are alive again
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
