in the very back of my garden, hidden from everyday affairs and pending disasters, there stands a letting-go tree.

it's fruit ripens with every pulled weed and each reflective moment in the cool spring rain.

this years garden

This year's plants, so far:
snow peas
pole beans
lettuce
green cabbage
purple cabbage
celery
cauliflower
broccoli
Swiss chard
turnips
melons
zucchini
yellow squash
bell peppers
cucumbers
tomatoes
kale
beets
green onions
strawberries
plums
apples
acorn squash
spaghetti squash
butternut squash
delicata squash
cilantro
oregano

turnip

The ancient turnip sat on the windowsill, confident that it was too old and too ugly to be considered food by the spastic, foul-smelling herbivores mulling about in the kitchen.