Scented leaves like soft green hands
stroke my legs, my stomache, my face
Dirt and lemon, greens and sweet
herbed Gardens where sage does
not have to wait for thyme
Lo, how the fruit of long waits
and slow suns grows ripe and plump on
careful waters during carefree days
Life is breathed into the Earth and the Earth
breathes life back into me and it sustains me.
In other words, look at this big fucking zucchini!
We grew that shit. In our garden. Organically.*
Here are some pics for perspective:
|Next to an actual tomato|
|Compared to an actual ear of corn**|
|Won't fit in this Frying pan.|
|Next to the cat.|
|Ayuh. Might be a haad season heah.|
|And Demeter doth smile upon us and provide us with stuffed zucchini boats.|
|This one probably got splashed with the lion's share of the virgin blood.|
|The PMan escapes back into the forest from whence he came.|
*As far as we know. No telling what was added from the local environment. These gardens could be purely the result of a mix of diesel fuel and the smoke from a tire fire.
**Not an actual ear of corn.