What She Will Do

What she will do today is walk and take in Hand her apple staff, leaning on it As she does now, more and yet more The nearer arriving to a last heart beat She comes, and check for vegs and berries.

Here are yet more peas; she's not as Eager for them as three days ago. With a bit more busy-ness, she'd go In for blanching those. Onions and Leeks too small yet; almost out of Lettuce; tomatoes on the other hand Doing well, and some ready already.

Oh, she could cut kale, collards or chard This morning like any late spring morning, Only she's hungry for something more. Do what she will, there are yet no pears, Apples, zukes, potatoes, corn, or beans. You must make with what you have.