But it begged me to let it grow just a few more weeks.
“Well,” I said in my sensible mother voice, “the first frost is coming soon and I need to get you ready for winter.”
“But look, I’m still growing tomatoes,” it whispered.
“And the okra is still blooming”
As I looked around, I saw the corn has started to silk,
And the peppers had done gone crazy.
“May we please grow just a little longer?” it said sweetly.
I thought about the horrible heat they had to endure this summer. I thought about the plague of grasshoppers that ate their leaves. I thought about the rain that didn’t fall to feed them.
“Ok,” I conceded. “You can grow for just a few more weeks.”
I’m such a softy.