{"id":112205,"date":"2022-06-25T15:49:24","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:49:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=112205"},"modified":"2022-06-27T08:17:25","modified_gmt":"2022-06-27T12:17:25","slug":"harvest-time-hour-seven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/harvest-time-hour-seven\/","title":{"rendered":"Harvest Time, Hour Seven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Six years in the desert of southwest Texas<br \/>\ngave me a new appreciation for seasonal change,<br \/>\nanchoring my soul and body to time and place<br \/>\nin a manner missing for those half dozen years.<\/p>\n<p>Three years since my return, and my gardens<br \/>\nand knowledge are growing apace with one another,<br \/>\nlayer by yearly layer.<br \/>\nFruit trees that were mere twigs are now bearing<br \/>\nfor my family, providing present and future sustenance.<\/p>\n<p>I am rooted within the rich soil, rejoicing<br \/>\nin each rainfall in its time, each snowfall<br \/>\nwhile the gardens slumber.<br \/>\nEvery year brings new projects, new experimental<br \/>\nbeds and plants, cultivating harmonious growth.<\/p>\n<p>The world at large may be chaotic still,<br \/>\nbut here in this secret garden I am at peace.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-112390\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20220604_175232-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20220604_175232-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20220604_175232-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20220604_175232-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20220604_175232-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20220604_175232-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Six years in the desert of southwest Texas gave me a new appreciation for seasonal change, anchoring my soul and body to time and place in a manner missing for those half dozen years. Three years since my return, and my gardens and knowledge are&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-112205","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112205","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=112205"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112205\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":112496,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/112205\/revisions\/112496"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=112205"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=112205"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=112205"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}