The Final Word

Enough tears had fallen from my eyes while sitting contemplating what to write in this last blog that the person sitting next to me in the library felt compelled to ask why I was so distraught. What could I say? That an international group of gardeners had come together to create something beautiful from the very ground we were standing on. Of course not, that poor old man would have become needlessly depressed at the thought of a such a loss and while I may sow many things, the seeds of sorrow are not one. So I simply said: A fantastic and far-reaching faction of four came together and, given finite space, fought for a formula to free them from foraging forever. They were Le Foux Du Fafa and will be sorely missed.

However, while the structures of man may tumble and fall with time, natures creations burst forth with new life. As our class ends and our group separates and departs to the distant reaches of the globe, our garden pushes along. A few strawberries are beginning to form and while they may be green now, I hold no hesitation in my mind of their red future meeting with my stomach. Also the tomatoes have finally been staked and they also have put out their first fruit. My relationship with them too has been reduced to a waiting game, one that I am sure I will win. 

There will be pictures sometime soon to corroborate my tales of growth, but until the day comes when I can figure out how to use the Bluetooth capability on my phone, the patient reader must use their minds eye.

Th-th-th-that's all folks!