Friday, September 11, 2015

The Day the Turkeys Came to Tea

 The day the turkeys came to tea,
They dressed all  in feathers modestly.

They brought all their children,
 both Jennys and Jakes, 
And declined my offer
of mint tea and cupcakes.

They elected instead a garden stroll, Then nibbled and walked
til their bellies were full.

When the leaves turn gold
 and apples fall from the tree, 
We know that the turkeys
 will soon come for tea.

We are canning Rosemary Garlic Tomato Juice on the farm this morning. I lit the fire in the wood cook stove and poured a cup of mint tea to sip while  I waited for the next step. Looking through the window, I noticed that the turkeys were here again... just in time for tea.

So, there is a bit of silliness for you to read and now I must head back to my canning. It is beginning to smell like rosemary all through the house!

Where ever you are, whatever the weather I wish you some fun and laughter.


magnoliasntea said...

I enjoyed your poem and turkey pictures. A lovely setting for a day of canning. Somehow I always feel sort of validated when wild turkeys come to call.
Have a great weekend!

elaine said...

What a lovely poem welcoming the turkeys - I presume they are wild or do you rear turkeys? Good luck with the canning - I bet it is hot in your kitchen - but of course at this time of year there is so much preserving to do. Have a lovely weekend.

Pom Pom said...

YUMMY! I wish I could smell it! CUTE poem! Turkeys for tea. Brilliant!

Out on the prairie said...

I enjoyed this. Nice to have them around.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

They ate all of my turnip greens :(
The aroma of your canning
is drifting
clear to Tennessee.
Remember those days well
but not on a wood stove :)

Take care...