Sitting in the swing
wind against my back
looking at the fields
munching on a snack
waiting for the rain
to water all the fields
hoping for the bounty
and all the garden yields
©2025 CBialczak
Crimsons’ Creative Challenge #041
Sitting in the swing
wind against my back
looking at the fields
munching on a snack
waiting for the rain
to water all the fields
hoping for the bounty
and all the garden yields
©2025 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
I have a few raised gardens. Not all that much from them, but enough to allow me to say I grew something. 🙂
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That was one thing I was really disappointed about when I moved to FL. The growing season is short because the temperatures get so darn hot that nothing survives. Most of the growing has to be done in the “winter” months so it will survive.
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Patience is the farmers best friend! It did seem to take forever for the raspberries to ripen – especially when watched!! Christine this poem jogged so many memories!! Bravo!
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Oh yes, to wait in certain anticipation of the yield: that has surely been the joy of ages
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A lovely poem Christine
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Great piece! Love the imagery.
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