first we went here and lazed about and wondered about the distant peaks until a Frenchman suggested we climb them
and so we did (and here’s a view from the first peak to the second peak.) they are called East and West Baldpate.
and then we thought we’d better get home and check up on the old farm… The eggplant is behind the breadfruit tree:
Some crops are heavy with fruit that needs pickin’
Some have bugs that need lickin’
The rate of weed growth has quickened
And I wish I had a few chickens
The tomatoes are crazy
Their future is hazy.
The cabbages are lazy
and the pathways, tho’ green, have mullets longer than Swayze’s.
We can use a whole pile of help this week. Any day any hour. For those interested, if you come out and work you can take home some of the surplus stuff which has grown in our absence. We’ve got tons of cukes zukes and beans for pickling or preserving what have you. Put in some hours, get yer can on.
And for those who haven’t been out to the farm at all, the rumors of vicious wild pigs are just that, rumors. You are not in danger. I repeat, just rumors unless you consider groundhogs to be both vicious and wild.
Now THAT’S poetry!
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