Summer Foraging

 
Today I walked around my town

Captions not in rhyme.

To catch the fruit that's falling down.

Down side of mint:  it spreads like a weed.  Up side of mint:  your neighbors will beg you to take some.

In neighbor's yards, from tree to tree,

They cast their treasures down on me.

In purples, reds, in golds and browns,

Green walnuts make yellow dye.  Dried walnuts make brown dye.  The oil is citrus-y, and is anti-bacterial.

A feast for kings and queens I found.

It makes me smile, it makes me think,

I see you, sneaky grapes.

It puts no dishes in my sink.

Rose hips make tea and syrup, and are chock full of vitamin C.

I might be poor and maybe small,

But fruit is good, and free to all.

Rosemary

It makes me grateful, summertime,

It makes me feel the world's benign.

Crab apples taste like Smarties...recipes to come...

And so I close my little song,

Bay tree = tree of life

And wish you fruit, all summer long.