FIRST HARVEST
Okay, this isn’t a huge harvest, and as my father liked to say–it’s good thing we’re not living off our garden–but this is one of the real joys of summer. I’ve got my first tomato, a bunch of pole beans, and three very crisp cucumbers.
Here’s a poem by Probir Gupta about this wonderful vegetable with a summer lesson for all of us about growth. It’s not easy:
The Cucumber Leaves
The merciless sun The cucumber leaves all scorched Still you need the torch