{"id":39342,"date":"2017-08-05T23:20:10","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T03:20:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39342"},"modified":"2017-08-05T23:20:24","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T03:20:24","slug":"a-garden-walk-in-august","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/a-garden-walk-in-august\/","title":{"rendered":"A Garden Walk in August"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>On a Friday evening in August<\/p>\n<p>we walked to the garden in Grandma&#8217;s back yard.<\/p>\n<p>The children were treated to fresh tomatoes,<\/p>\n<p>wrapped in waxed paper, salted by the shaker from the kitchen.<\/p>\n<p>Looking forward to walking to the near-by creek<\/p>\n<p>where they caught frogs, put them in Mason jars,<\/p>\n<p>covered the jars with lids, punched holes on top.<\/p>\n<p>What is the family mystery beloved because it takes<\/p>\n<p>place at Grandma&#8217;s house, and happens on a steam filled evening.<\/p>\n<p>Fruit, vegetables, jars of tomatoes, children using elbows to<\/p>\n<p>get closer to frogs from the creek.<\/p>\n<p>Is this memory a true one or a wish made when we are too old for mystery<\/p>\n<p>involving the field, sunshine, Mason jars, laughter without cares?<\/p>\n<p>The edge of this mystery is a darker recollection of loss, the hidden<\/p>\n<p>story unrevealed that blocks the mystery we use poetry to disguise.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On a Friday evening in August we walked to the garden in Grandma&#8217;s back yard. The children were treated to fresh tomatoes, wrapped in waxed paper, salted by the shaker from the kitchen. Looking forward to walking to the near-by creek where they caught frogs,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":180,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-39342","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39342","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\/180"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39342"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39342\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39760,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39342\/revisions\/39760"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39342"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39342"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39342"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}