Oh broccoli, you know I love you. It might be the way I look at you, or the way I touch every single plant before I leave the garden for the day, or maybe it’s the broccoli stories I tell you so know you can grow big and strong. I hope you know how much happiness you cause us. Every single year you start out as a little seed and then you grow slowly.. and then BOOM you’re a giant plant producing broccoli heads larger than my entire hand.
Let’s look back on the broccoli…
I remember your first day where you were transplanted outside. It was a chilly and wet day, but you were brave!
Each week it seemed like you were getting bigger and bigger. But it was still cold out, so you were still under the green house. I bet it was scary at night for you.
And as you came back down to the loft where you were born at, we continued to admire you.
I hold you in my hands and give you a little kiss on your head. And then I eat you. But that’s because I love you. You know this.
Thanks for the memories broccoli. You guys rule.