Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost
Lots of garden babies. I'm charmed all out of proportion to see that baby butternut squash is the same shape as big butternut squash. Who knew?
13 comments:
Ahhh, Frost. I like that poem. It's so true, isn't it. Do you take requests? :)
Great poem...and yes, aren't baby veggies amazing?
What a beautiful photo grouping! I have some warm season babies, there should be more through. Some day we may get seasonal weather again.
Wow you have a lot of pretty green stuff! I must say I like the poem too:-D
I'm always open to poetry requests, Ribbit. I used to think I was the only English major who didn't like poetry; then I realized I like some.
islandgardener, they are just so cute. And so fast growing, most of them. Although I'm impatiently waiting on a purple pepper.
Dan, it's hard when the weather doesn't cooperate, isn't it!
Heather, when you use a closeup lens, it's all green!
Wow, you have a lot going on in the garden. Everything looks great. I just noticed that one of my hubbard squashes was a zucchini, I'm glad yours are as they should be.:)
I absolutely hated english and especially poetry in high school... not so much anymore. I first heard that poem as a child while watching the "Outsiders" movie many, many years ago and have never forgotten it
What a lovely Frost poem - not one I am familiar with so it's fun to be introduced to it in your blog post.
I was just marveling at my Buttercup winter squash that are shaped EXACTLY like the adults... with the funny ridge at the bottom portion. Guess the squash family starts out looking mostly like it's adult fruit - right from the start!
Thanks for the lovely poem and baby photos! I'm in love with my baby spaghetti squash right now :) -Jackie
HA! Stefaneener, I teach British Literature. I honestly only like the late British Romantics and off and on some early American Romantics. Most of the 20th century stuff is lost on me.
Hey, Mr. H. Do you ever listen to the writer's almanac by Garrison Keillor? Listening to poems makes them come alive, and every once in a while I'll get a real gem. I actually checked out a book of Pablo Neruda's love poetry. He keeps talking about honey -- maybe I'll feature the first one when I get into the hives next! I don't know about your morphing winter squash. It's not fair to be a zucchini!
KitsapFG, they are amazing, these baby squash. Since I'm so remiss about tagging plants, I'm having to guess based on shape for some of them!
Jackie, maybe they're like kittens and they're all cute when they're little?
Ribbit, I'm all ears. Tell me your favorites. My only A+ paper in graduate school was about how I'd misunderstood Marianne Moore's "The Octopus." My friend, who'd spent all his time on "serious" research, was horrified. My professor thought I was charming, and what I really was was obtuse!!
I'm going to have to dig up some garden poems, obviously.
Enjoyed the poem! Thanks for sharing it!
Congratulations on all those precious garden babies!
I've got some new babies growing too!
Place cheese inside a lightly floured golden zucchini flower--you'll be copying your ancestors.
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