Lunching on the lawn

Once, we had lawn salad
of spring violets and henbit,
with crabapple blossom lemonade,
dining like fairies on green and purple
deadnettle sauteed with onion grass.
All beautiful, some delicious, plucked
effortlessly from the ground,
barely leaving a mark on nature’s
green, overflowing breast.
In the outdoor pantry, the birds
and I browse the well-stocked shelves.

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Inspired by dVerse.
Note: Déjeuner can mean lunch or breakfast in different regions of France. Most people call breakfast “petit déjeuner.”
The title of Manet’s painting, Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe, is usually translated as “The Luncheon on the Grass” and is not taken quite so literally.

The cover photo shows some of the blackberry bushes in our backyard.