Dragons! We have wild pumpkins.

Once in a vegetable garden far away there lived a young group of plants called the companions.  Better friends than Corn, Zucchini, Lettuce, Basil, Chives, Tomatoes, old man Rhubarb and the lover-ly Marigold were never before seen.  Certainly not in this garden.

One day wild dragons came.  Even Gardener didn’t know how they had got there but they stayed and started taking over the garden.

The plants all felt threatened by the beasts.  They were afraid the dragons would wrap their long shinny green tentacles around them and squeeze the life right out of them.

The dragons were rumored to be aggressive wild things who would strangle any unsuspecting plant in their path.

 

The plants of the garden could not grow fast enough to move out of the way of the oncoming dragons.  Something had to be done.  

Basil stepped up and suggested that the companions get in line and go to war. 

So with the help of the good giant known only as Gardener, they were able to turn the dragons aside. 

Corn and his family cheered the longest.

The Zucchini family cheered the shortest.

Tomatoes and the rest of the plants were just happy it was over.

A garden party was held all the ladies and gentlemen of the land were invited to a feast that seemed not to end.

Soon after the great dragon war, the companions settled back into their daily routine of growing and dreaming of the thing called harvest that Gardener talked so sweetly about.

Summer, the season I love.

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Summer came home today.  He walked in slowly this year and nearly stole my breath away with his heat.  His shining smile is always following me.  Like before, his coming has made me happy.  Spring has left.  The last of her tears fell yesterday.  Here in the porch garden surrounded by nature, with summer warming my bones I will forget how he left me.  And how I had got cold. 

I dreamt last year that I had followed him.  I had left my bed my home and my yard to walk across the world.  Covered in filthy grime my feet felt worn.  I could barely place one in front of the other my clothes turned to rags on my back.  I had even forgotten why I was walking.  Then I came to a town to that place.  Where I looked up and saw him.  I knew.  Summer was walking past me going the way that I had just come.  The smile on his face mines, only for me.  I awoke tired, sad and lost.  Summer was gone. 

Yesterday I noticed that my friends the sparrows are also back from their winter vacation.  I often wish that I could migrate with them and see what they see.  Bird jealousy is not a pretty thing to admit to.  It is always exciting watching them get ready to leave every year.  Travel to new places is a passion of mine.  For some years now, I have not been able to leave.  I looked at them this morning while I was watering my vegetable garden.  They stood on our side of the street a large group of birds, talking.  About my garden I think.  How nice it looks, about the seeds I planted last week that will never be plants but did make for a nice snack.  They love summer too and have decided to help me in the gardens.  

School is out in celebration of Summer’s return and we have just had our first barbeque dinner in the porch garden.  Chicken, salmon, and hotdogs adorned the grill.  One bee, two flies and my whole family came.  Everyone squeezed in, found a seat and enjoyed each other.  We fed our bodies, while beauty planted fed our souls.  Summer has truly come home to me.  I will make him happy and he will be loath to leave.  I will lose myself in his radiance and he will burn love joy and peace into me.

He will stay with me this time I am sure.