Yield

We were not so busy in March
when we weeded
tilled the earth
and planted seeds.
It was our second attempt in gardening

In March, there was hope in
a fresh start
a great stretch of soil
tilled and manured (thank you horse)
and plans for dedication

Dedication turned to occupation
--except not with gardening
and suddenly I was only making
infrequent stops
unannounced, unplanned for, inadequate

Weeds took over
any spot a seed hadn't sprouted.
Truly, an embarrassment.
The garden had hope only in prayers
though we forgot it even in those

Then yesterday,
we took a break from our occupation,
a break for Bocce Ball,
which took us to the yard's lonely corner
where I noticed some green -- and not just weeds

A harvest!
Small, tangled in unwanted growth,
but still healthy and ripe.
Peas.  Beans.  Garlic.  Lettuce.
The first harvest of the year.

I would be proud, but how could I be?
This was purely by accident.
Everything after March,
when we had time to plant seeds:
A pure, delicious accident.