The careful gardener weeding the rows before anyone even sees the table~? I like that kind of quiet love, the boring hand-dirty work that makes the blessing possible later.
Lovely, Roger. I watched my neighbors work their garden, and just the other day they surprised me with cucumbers and squash, fresh bounty to my own table. I bet you love gardening. Your poem draws out the thanksgiving in me, friend. Beautiful. 🙏🏼💞
Roger, What I love most about this piece is the way it honors every participant in the journey, from the first seedling reaching for light to the final meal shared at the table. The gentle rhythm feels almost like a prayer of thanksgiving, reminding us how many hands and forces contribute to even the simplest gifts we receive each day. Beautifully crafted and deeply comforting. 🌱✨
Beautiful words, Roger. One of those that makes you feel good almost instantly after reading.
The story of growth, harvest and reading what comes from that os beautifully told, here.
Lovely work.
thank you, Gary! 🫶
Such a beautiful piece and deeply inspiring you always write with such beauty 🙏🏼♥️
The careful gardener weeding the rows before anyone even sees the table~? I like that kind of quiet love, the boring hand-dirty work that makes the blessing possible later.
This gave me such a warm feeling, beautiful write Roger 🙂
thank you Mara 🫶
Lovely, Roger. I watched my neighbors work their garden, and just the other day they surprised me with cucumbers and squash, fresh bounty to my own table. I bet you love gardening. Your poem draws out the thanksgiving in me, friend. Beautiful. 🙏🏼💞
thanks 🫶
I feel
Like I’ve just been hugged.
🫂
Roger, What I love most about this piece is the way it honors every participant in the journey, from the first seedling reaching for light to the final meal shared at the table. The gentle rhythm feels almost like a prayer of thanksgiving, reminding us how many hands and forces contribute to even the simplest gifts we receive each day. Beautifully crafted and deeply comforting. 🌱✨
thank you for that 🫶my garden gives me joy each day and suddenly it was a poem.
Gardening is therapy
So perfectly written harvest and bounty- require a lot of work and then the elements chip in and make it happen one of life’s greatest miracles-
yeah. it really is. my garden gives me so much joy.
Beautifulllll 😍
Unless you are a farmer, I think people think that food just appears 🤔
I know better. We had a good harvest last October in Texas. And with it we got blisters and burns. We also can!
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