I love the descriptions of the beets and carrots, Linda, two of my favourite vegetables: ‘…crimson beets, earthy sweet and frilly carrot tops’. Those final lines tickled me, too! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I hadn’t thought of vegetables as martyrs either, but yet they die to give us life. Beautiful LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
I always thought I was a martyr when served beets 🙂 About the only vegetable I don’t like LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I love those last 2 lines! they tickled me inside! ❤
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Haha! Thank you. 😊❤️
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There’s a thought!😳
I shall, hence forth,gobble them with reverence.
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I have no idea where that came from but went with it! Thanks Vivian. 😊
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😊
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I love the descriptions of the beets and carrots, Linda, two of my favourite vegetables:
‘…crimson beets, earthy sweet
and frilly carrot tops’.
Those final lines tickled me, too!
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Thank you Kim. So pleased you enjoyed it!
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Carrots yum; Beets ick. The poem delectable!
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Hah! Thank you.
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You remind me that I would like to start a veggie garden. 🙂
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😊 thanks for stopping by.
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Those last two lines were wonderfully unexpected!
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Thank you!
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What a joy to read! ☺❤
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Haha! Thank you Walt. This one just fell onto the paper. 😊❤️
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You’re very welcome 🙂 ❤
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I hadn’t thought of vegetables as martyrs either, but yet they die to give us life. Beautiful
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Thank you! Appreciate you stopping by.
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I always thought I was a martyr when served beets 🙂 About the only vegetable I don’t like
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Haha! Made me smile. I love them.
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