We love our new home in Florida and this was the right time in our lives to come here, but I do miss our garden. This tropical climate and gray sandy soil leave me wishing for real honest brown dirt where I grew my tomatoes, peppers and zucchini. This week I know that back home we would be counting the days till the first frost on the mountain and wishing Summer could last just a bit longer. This little poem recalls those days and I hope will put a smile on your face as well.
Then Our Garden Waves Good-bye
While Tomatoes bow their frost tipped brows
Mrs. Broccoli gently smiles
Mr. Green beans starts to shed his leaves
And Old Zucchini lies in piles
The Corn folks stiffly shake their stalks
And the Pumpkins wait for pie
Hot Peppers dream of summer walks
Then our Garden waves good-bye
