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Lying on the cold grass
Glued to the skin of the planet
by the weight of atmosphere
and the pull of gravity
Looking down into the Abyss of Stars
Only the thin scarf of Sky
holding me back from the arms of God -
Because we can.
It grows in drought. It grows when the rain won’t quit. It keeps growing and producing until frost finally kills it. And you get new okra every day.

Flower, developing pods and ready to eat, all at once together. 
The bed on the right has okra trees taller than my head. And they just keep going. Chuck planted 14 seeds and got 14 plants. We are about to quit trying to eat it all and start freezing it. (We bought a chest freezer to be delivered next Saturday because the one in the kitchen can’t keep up.)
The consensus here is that anyone who thinks they don’t have a green thumb should try growing okra. It will make you feel like Mr. Greenjeans.

