Hello everybody, happy Tuesday despite everything.
I am a little early with this poem because young beech leaves do not appear until May I think. But they are delicious if you can find some away from streets and car fumes.
Carol Anne has challenged me to a poem about “spring time” and here it is:
Harvesting new leaves
The taste of young beech is so fresh
Such astonished looks
Thanks for reading. Please stay safe, stay kind and remember you rock!
