Like a tide it comes in,wave after wave of foliage and fruit,
the nurtured and the wild,
out of the light to this shore.
In its extravagance we shape
the strenuous outline of enough.
(Poem by Wendell Berry, courtesy of Suellyn Shupe. Wave after wave of lettuce above is a photo of the Terry Street Garden.)
Nice match of photo, Julie. I keep re-reading this poem that was sent to me by another friend and it resonates in so many ways.
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