tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134423070092222259.post6187471111699047873..comments2023-08-25T02:57:10.826-06:00Comments on My So-Called Life: Post HumusBekkieannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13058996951400003081noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134423070092222259.post-53656524425981452632009-09-23T17:21:00.631-06:002009-09-23T17:21:00.631-06:00We have a family joke that when we all die we want...We have a family joke that when we all die we want to be chucked on the compost heap (my parents are keen gardeners). This was a gorgeous poem and this would be an ideal way to be remembered.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134423070092222259.post-54195124267014910012009-03-27T11:44:00.000-06:002009-03-27T11:44:00.000-06:00now thats my kind of poem. I love the thought of ...now thats my kind of poem. I love the thought of my ashes helping something grow. Thanks for joining the tour :)VJJ1692https://www.blogger.com/profile/17176727199701466452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134423070092222259.post-81343070832316094952009-03-26T12:56:00.000-06:002009-03-26T12:56:00.000-06:00I think the reason I love that last line the most,...I think the reason I love that last line the most, in addition to the wonderful double entendre, is remembering my grandpa saying something like this to my very cute grandma, "You're some tomato, Toots!" And she was!Bekkieannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058996951400003081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134423070092222259.post-45632463316410379452009-03-26T12:55:00.000-06:002009-03-26T12:55:00.000-06:00Oooops, I meant NEVER to late. Not enough coffee w...Oooops, I meant NEVER to late. Not enough coffee when I posted that comment this morning.JBinford-Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14293248281473648182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134423070092222259.post-54643746148300412362009-03-26T12:50:00.000-06:002009-03-26T12:50:00.000-06:00What a super poem!Tomato? I like that!What a super poem!<BR/>Tomato? I like that!The Blog of Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00650938872732748697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134423070092222259.post-27189573679812464822009-03-26T06:46:00.000-06:002009-03-26T06:46:00.000-06:00I don't think, Bekkieann, that it is ever too late...I don't think, Bekkieann, that it is ever too late for one more poem. And the one you posted is delightful. Thanks for joining in.<BR/><BR/>And yes, bury my ashes in my garden. Great place.JBinford-Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14293248281473648182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134423070092222259.post-72155736214962338802009-03-07T16:52:00.000-07:002009-03-07T16:52:00.000-07:00How sweet. I like it. Being a gardener too.How sweet. I like it. Being a gardener too.troutbirderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14087811292280881959noreply@blogger.com