With the lockdown panic,
making life frantic,
I decided to grow peas,
to garden is to hope,
after all.
I made compost,
out of kitchen waste.
I loosened the soil,
watered without fail,
and staked the vines
with willow trellises.
Then came spring,
vines grew with zing.
Ample tendrils embraced,
white blooms graced.
Honeybees arrived,
sipped and pollinated.
Little pods showed up,
slowly plumped up.
After weeks of wait,
they were ready to harvest.
It was peak of pandemic,
the world was gloomy,
but in my backyard,
with peas to pick,
I was on cloud nine.
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This is a fascinating poem and gives more value to the home gardening lesson.