Do we have that luscious fruit on the brain!

A nearby tree has been dropping its fruit, and our arrangement with the traveling owners results in any ground dwelling fruit belonging to us while the tree hanging fruit is theirs.



Gazing at this basket of golden globes made me remember a poem I'd heard forever ago with the line: ...there was a season when mango is king. Thank you, Google, you wonderful facilitator of knowledge, you led me right to Valerie Bloom's poem Two Seasons. But not just any old copy of the poem but rather a fabulous audio recording Valerie Bloom made for Poetry Archive in 2000.

...an' de sun turnin' de sea into a hot bath,
an' de grass bake so dat it crackle like parchment
under yuh foot; when de beach dem crowded
wid folk cooling off; de season when mango is king.

Perfect.



We do not have the usual seasonal markers, fireflies for mason jars in the summer? 'Fraid not. Ironed autumnal leaves in waxed paper for fall?? Nope. Snowflakes??? Don't be silly! That is why finding seasonal poetry addressing our seasons has filled me with joy today! Make sure you click through and listen to the entire poem. Think of us while you listen, her descriptions are spot on.

And where in the world have I been that the Poetry Archive is only now entering my radar screen??? What an amazing source! As Basil Bunting said on the Home page: "Poetry, like music, is meant to be heard." I am going to enjoy investigating this site! Lessons, interviews, poems both written and read...if only they had recipes!

What would you do with a basket of mango gold?