August Picnic (29)

//August Picnic (29)

August Picnic (29)

August, all ready
Without being readied—
Only the pitching of
Peach pits,

Bruised tomato divots,
Tossed towards
The cherry trunk and
Gobbled up by grass, gone!

Gone, too,
Corn silk,
Garlic skins,
Filament husks,

Carried on the breeze
Through the red bud leaves,
Invisibly eddying,
Cooling bare legs.

A yellow-legged tree frog,
One eye gold,
One pupil-less eye

Fetched, full-handed—
Whitman’s summer,
Onward and outward,
Spread across gingham,

And death is bowls brimming
With plums, pears,
Peaches, tomatoes,
Diced garlic, and hot peppers.

By | 2019-08-12T21:18:31-04:00 August 12th, 2019|Farm|3 Comments

About the Author:

Forrest Pritchard is a full-time sustainable farmer and New York Times bestselling author, holding a BA in English and a BS in Geology from William & Mary. Smith Meadows, his farm, was one of the first “grass finished” operations in the country, and has sold at leading farmers’ markets in the Washington DC area for two decades. Pritchard's books have received starred reviews from The Washington Post, Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, NPR, and more.


  1. Heather August 13, 2019 at 11:19 am - Reply

    “And death is bowls brimming,” love that!

  2. Eliot Brenner August 13, 2019 at 12:57 pm - Reply

    I, too, liked the “death is bowls brimming” line. I’ll also observe that Weight Watchers would thorougly approve of the menu!

    • Forrest Pritchard August 13, 2019 at 2:07 pm

      Haha thanks folks! And, uh, the menu sans frogs 🙂

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