In a child’s eyes, my grampy’s garden was a cosmos–
the red rock at the start, my lookout.
The blueberry bush in the apple tree shade.
Raspberry, strawberry, pear.
Sugar snap peas up trunks of tomatoes and peppers, the vines,
the tug of a leaf staying on.
Dirt was a person, and so was the hose at the barn.
Kayak and dingy and sunfish.
Sailboats and windsurfs, oars and ropes.
Colors you can taste and smell.
So, when it’s time for a lesson, if you’d like to try…
Cooking class starts in the garden.