Our weather has been pouring rain.
But from the ground there is coming new life.
The weeds need pulled.
The spinach needs harvested.
O the blessing of greens and such.
O the salads, the asparagus, the rhubarb too.
The peas are rising.
The corn is too.
O but the dreaded stink bug, what shall we do?
Eat blemished food.
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