For
children who are our second planting, and, though they grow like weeds,
and wind too soon blows them away, may they forgive us our cultivation,
and remember fondly where their roots are.
For
generous friends, with hearts as big as hubbard squash and smiles as bright
as their blossoms.
For feisty friends, as tart as apples.
For continuous friends, who, like scallions and cucumbers, keep reminding us that we had them.
For
crotchety friends, as sour as rhubarb - and as indigestible.
For handsome friends, who are as gorgeous as eggplants, and as elegant as a row of corn, and the others, who are as plain as potatoes, and as good for you.
For
funny friends, who are as silly as brussel sprouts, and as amusing as Jerusalem
artichokes, and serious friends, complex as cauliflowers, and intricate
as onions.
For friends as unpretentious as cabbages, as subtle as summer squash, as persistent as parsley, as delightful as dill, as endless as zucchini, and who, like parsnips, can be counted on to see you through the winter.
For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the evening time, and young friends coming on as fast as radishes.
For loving friends, who wind around us like tendrils and hold us, despite our blights, wilts, and witherings.
And,
finally, for those friends now gone, like gardens past that have been harvested,
but who fed us in their times that we might have life thereafter.
FOR
ALL THESE, WE GIVE THANKS!