Food for the Garden

[Glen Cleeton]

From friends and for friends.
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Let Us Give Thanks by Max Coots
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Let us give thanks for a bounty of people:

For children who are our second planting;

And though they grow like weeds

And the wind too soon blows them away,

May they forgive us our cultivation

And fondly remember where their roots are.



Let us give thanks for generous friends…

With hearts and smiles as bright as their blossoms;

For feisty friends as tart as apples.

For continuous friends, who, like scallions and cucumbers,

Keep reminding us we’ve had them;



For crotchety friends, as sour as rhubarb and as indestructible;:

For handsome friends, who are as gorgeous as eggplants and

As elegant as a row of corn:

And others, as plain as potatoes and as good for you;



For funny friends, who are as silly as brussel sprouts

And as amusing as Jerusalem artichokes;

And serious friends, as complete as cauliflowers

And as intricate as onions;



For friends as unpretentious as cabbages,

As subtle as summer squash, as persistent as parsley,

As delightful as dill, as endless as zucchini, and who,

Like parsnips, can be counted on to see you through the winter;



For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the evening time,

And young friends coming on as fast as radishes.

For loving friends, who wind around us like tendrils and hold us,

Despite our blights, wilts and witherings;



And finally, for those friends now gone, like gardens past that have been

For all these, we give thanks.
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So true
And young friends coming on as fast as radishes.
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Several I have come close to in the past couple of decades have been nephews and nieces to me. With four generations now running strong in my own close clan, I am suddenly (or not so suddenly) an elder.

Zonker
>seems like just yesterday--------gobble-gobble

[wall...@yahoo.com]

nice!, curious--is zonker taken from doonsbury?

your friend,
bob

[Glen Cleeton]

Yes, in a roundabout way. Although more particularly affected by Berkeley Breathed's Opus from Bloom County, the philosopher on a stand up forklift somewhat mimics my life in the publishing warehouses of Little, Brown&Co. Other nicknames have included Waldo.

Zonker
>there is a good amount of both good and sad memories of that career in the trenches.