Today’s poem is about loyalty to the toughest crop in town.
As someone who's growing okra for the first time, this year, this poem makes me eager to see how long the plants last. But alas, I am in Ontario and I have no idea if they'll appreciate the growing season as much here as in Florida
Pick the pods small— no bigger than your pinky finger.
It's excellent grilled.
As someone who's growing okra for the first time, this year, this poem makes me eager to see how long the plants last. But alas, I am in Ontario and I have no idea if they'll appreciate the growing season as much here as in Florida
Pick the pods small— no bigger than your pinky finger.
It's excellent grilled.