FIRST FRUITS FROM THE GARDEN Today I sampled the first of our iso-garden veggies, casual casualty of the first serious weeding: a centimetre of fragile bok choy. I offered to share it with my fellow gardener; he shook his head with a smile. Okay, bok choy

FIRST FRUITS FROM THE GARDEN

Today I sampled
the first of our iso-garden veggies,
casual casualty
of the first serious weeding:
a centimetre of fragile bok choy.

I offered to share it with my fellow gardener;
he shook his head with a smile.
Okay, bok choy. Thanks–and sorry
I pulled you out.

It vanished in a ceremonial mouthful,
more a wisp of hopeful green
than any serious nourishment.

But this gift from the gardening gods
will linger long in my mind:
the most splendid autumn feast.
First fruits from the garden
Today I sampled
the first of our iso-garden veggies,
casual casualty
of the first serious weeding:
a centimetre of fragile bok choy.

I offered to share it with my fellow gardener;
he shook his head with a smile.
Okay, bok choy. Thanks–and sorry
I pulled you out.

It vanished in a ceremonial mouthful,
more a wisp of hopeful green
than any serious nourishment.

But this gift from the gardening gods
will linger long in my mind:
the most splendid autumn feast.