a Mother's Garden poem for Friday

 

To Mom's garden;

  radishes red 

 

Mothers garden, planted in spring

Radishes after the last thaw

Devil bright red and white ones too

Long rows thick brilliant leaves of green

Eat reds right there with dash of salt

Whites for in the house, dinner treat

 

Mother's garden, pride of prairie

Sweet green peas and carrots came next

Orange and strait no other be

More on the spot snacks tummy fill

Pea shelling time, fun for the kids

Canned peas and carrots cellar bound

 

Mother's garden, one full acre

Tomato plants, string beans to plant

Homemade catsup back porch bottled

Beets for pickling last all year long

Sweet corn, pop corn, she grew them both

Fill the cellar before the frost

 

Mother's garden, what could be left

Strawberries return in the spring

Rows and rows, potatoes to dig

Squash and cucumbers long and green

Pumpkins, watermelons, fall's treat

Cantaloupe too, all ground cover

 

Mother's garden, prairie reclaimed

Faithful favorites return each spring

Day lilies, snap dragons, flowers

bright. Once gift of seed companies

Rhubarb, asparagus, onions

Can't stand to leave, faithful friends wait

 

But mother's garden is no more

Volunteers and the wild remain

Rustlers come, there's  plenty for all

Some pause, reminisce days of old

Hoeing weeds, picking vegetables

 

Mother's garden gone, Mother too

 

 

 

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Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Notes:

 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Of Poems and Fruit, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/12/of-poems-and-fruit.html .

 

 - The top picture is one of the remaining buildings on my parent's Nebraska farm.  Shown is the corn crib and to the left side of the picture across a little lane was Mother's large garden.  We all, my sister, Dad, and I, helped her with that.  The best part was eating the vegetables fresh from picking but we all enjoyed helping there, especially when we were all out there with mom. 

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 - The bottom pictures were taken from my cousins' (Jean and hubby, Dwain) garden this summer, July 1.  Jean's rhubarb needed to be picked.  We did and she gave us most of what we had picked which we took back to Houston.  Mrs. Jim makes really good rhubarb pie.

 

 - For more pictures and a little history of the farm, please look at these blog pages:

http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search/label/Jim%27s%20old%20home%20place