by Kelly

fallen apples

flattened by tires

bees can’t resist

by Kelly

a propensity

for NPR, raspberries

and gray hair. Thanks, Dad.

by Kelly

Summer is wrapping up. So too is the growing season.

While it’s especially hard for me, a Minnesotan who knows that winter is just a few months away, to say good-bye to the heat and humidity, I am at least able to acknowledge that summer’s end brings a delicious bounty of garden produce.

There are few things in life so grand (as far as I’m concerned) as a ripe tomato picked from your very own vine and drizzled in olive oil. I was thrilled, therefore when I stumbled upon a series of haiku in praise of the tomato.

The haiku were penned by Lori Writer, who writes for a Twin Cities food-obsessed web site called Heavy Table.

Her tomato haiku link to recipes suggesting new ways to use up your bumper crop. This one, in particular, stood out to me:

Tomato ice cream
sounds ghastly. But, tomato
is a fruit, you know.

Writer’s tomato haiku are actually a year old. I stumbled upon them because I was reading a more recent post by her in which she put together a collection of haiku praising the cucumber.

Like her tomato haiku, her cucumber haiku link to recipes suggesting various ways to eat all the cukes your vines have produced.

But I happen to like her introductory cucumber haiku the best:

Glorious August.
Long days, borealis nights.
Cukes, by the bucket.

And even though summer’s heat seems to have passed me by (fall has come on with a vengence here) I can’t stop myself from thinking about the recipe suggested by this cucumber haiku:

Lemonade Chiller,
tart and sweet. Leaves you cool as
any cucumber.

by Kelly

strawberries. red plum.

eeny meeny miny moe

either way I win

by Alison

my dad sees them first -

brown-spotted wild pears that are

sweeter than they look

by Kelly

one thousand dollars

later we learn that grapes are

poisonous to dogs

by Kelly

fallen maple leaf

is the same apricot as my

Revlon pedicure

by Alison

red-speckled bushes

grow September blueberries

both sour and sweet

a crystal clear lake

reflects a swan’s silhouette

and peach colored clouds

Read more of Raymond Garraud’s haiku.
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by Alison

it was his courage

that brought us our new life of

picking blueberries