In honor of the sheer weight of summer squash just picked from my garden, I have dug this up from April ๐Ÿ™‚

Susan Daniels Poetry

the year our garden gave too much
we sold zucchini at the roadside

my fatherโ€™s farmer friend
drove slowly by our stand, pretending to cry
as we stole his business

& we two (capitalists
disguised as girls)

stuck out our tongues

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I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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  1. nelle says:

    Heh, love love love squishes. I can recall vines past stretching out twenty feet or more. It became a daily source of comedy, the vines growing another foot.

  2. I love zucchinis and it’s been quite a while since I set my eyes on any. You know, I’ve always loved the idea of back yard gardens even though I hate gardening.

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