The Garden’s First Peas

Discovering the season’s first peas in the garden this morning, my little daughter was jubilant.  She picked pink zinnias, admired the emerald potato plants, and noted with a slight unease garlic scape pesto will soon appear on our table.  O joy!

A remnant from our Waldorf schooling days:

The silver rain, the golden sun.
The fields where scarlet poppies run.
And all the ripples of the wheat
are in the food that I do eat.

So when I sit for every meal
and say grace I always feel
that I am eating rain and sun
and fields where scarlet poppies run.

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Roses in our garden, rather than poppies, but also edible!

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