Family Peace Garden 2010

I'll miss the zinnias the most.

The zucchini not at all, especially not that last fourteen incher. The corn is long gone.
Tomatillos, strawberries, golden beans, onions way back when July meant sunflowers and flowering hops. First year peaches precious as baby smiles.
Stunted melons fed the birds, ditto plums.
Waiting yearning into August for tease-fruit tomatoes and then then then voluptuous volumes. I wept for wanting to keep up, called in my daughter-cooker canner, and still more more more daily every day until frost last night. Sudden, certain, gruesome finale but for the twenty-eight tease-fruit and a 10-incher on the kitchen counter.
 And, zinnias on the mantle.