A shelf and a Biology class
Oh no!
There's a plant growing
in my veggie shelf, inside a basket,
the tender shoots gathering strength,
gazing curiously around,
showing off their mauve attire,
twisting their way upwards.
After a round of 'oohing and aahing,'
an engrossing biology class
begins for the little one,
whose hands are itching
to bury 'the strange creature'
as she calls it, deep into the soil
and watch it grow and grow...
Days, months... fly past and soon,
hands are eager and ready once more,
to dig deep, to dislodge the
plumpy gifts designed by Nature.
The time has come to start dreaming
of sweet potato fritters.
There's a plant growing
in my veggie shelf, inside a basket,
the tender shoots gathering strength,
gazing curiously around,
showing off their mauve attire,
twisting their way upwards.
After a round of 'oohing and aahing,'
an engrossing biology class
begins for the little one,
whose hands are itching
to bury 'the strange creature'
as she calls it, deep into the soil
and watch it grow and grow...
Days, months... fly past and soon,
hands are eager and ready once more,
to dig deep, to dislodge the
plumpy gifts designed by Nature.
The time has come to start dreaming
of sweet potato fritters.