Monday 25 October 2010

the vine

These are the grapes
that were cut from the vine
that was grown from a twig
left over from a bunch
that was picked from a greenhouse
and shared at a picnic
in a cliffside theatre many years ago
and now provides dessert for
a special birthday lunch.

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My parents argue amiably
about who can claim the credit
and it is agreed that
my mother nurtured the twig
in a Marmite pot with rooting hormone
and when the vine had grown
my father carefully transported it
to the garden by the river.

7 comments:

  1. That's a wonderful picture. Is it with the camera you aren't fond of?

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  2. Those grapes have some pedigree :o)

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  3. Some story. Adorable, as the picture.

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  4. Lovely story. Shows us what can be achieved with optimism and time.....

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  5. Surely this summarises the recipe for marriage?

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  6. Mr DC's late grandma had a vine grown (allegedly) from a twig snagged from the Hampton Court vine ... we always used to tease her that she'd be arrested for treason one day.

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