It’s been a bumper year

for plants bought from

or donated by neighbours

we met at the Thursday night

clap for health workers.

 

Re-potting, tying, staking,

feeding; rewarded by

a glut of all shapes and sizes

basking in shafts of sunlight

thrown down our sideway.

 

The enrichment of salads,

casseroles, stews. But is it

ever worth all that effort,

when you can buy them

so cheaply at the supermarket?

 

Yes. In this year of all

years, the repayment

of hope, care, faith.

Time to bring the last ones in.

A thousand times. Yes.