The Orchard

I grow on the balcony tarragon and thyme,
Something green and long that taste like lime,
Some rosemary, oregano, three types of mint,
Garlic and strong onion that makes one squint,
Basil, lemon grass, chives, sage and fennel too,
Some I have no idea about, never had a clue,
I inherited the love for gardening from mother,
She just loved all things growing as did father,
When they came to visit us in the old country,
Walking in the orchards stopping by each tree,
Tasting the tropical mix that was in abundance,
The air was aromatic with fruity fragrance,
It was in more than one way the Garden of Eden,
Walking the garden with all the grand children,
xox
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