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.
*****
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.
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.
*****
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.
That's a wonderful picture. Is it with the camera you aren't fond of?
ReplyDeleteThose grapes have some pedigree :o)
ReplyDeleteSome story. Adorable, as the picture.
ReplyDeleteLovely story. Shows us what can be achieved with optimism and time.....
ReplyDeleteoh sweet!!
ReplyDeleteSurely this summarises the recipe for marriage?
ReplyDeleteMr 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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