Can't say that I ever heard that one before, but I love it. (And I was reeeeeally curious as to how you were going to pull off the heart-cabbage analogy.)
This touched a chord, though I hadn't heard it before, because I've been offering my children the juicy sweet stalks from the central base of the cabbage only to have them rejected. One of my fondest childhood memories is of my mother handing me the sweet, crunchy stalks to eat, while she was preparing dinner. Much better than the sloppy over-cooked khaki mess that was served on the plate later in the evening!
Can't say that I ever heard that one before, but I love it. (And I was reeeeeally curious as to how you were going to pull off the heart-cabbage analogy.)
ReplyDeleteVery sweet, even though cabbage really isn't.
ReplyDeleteI have never heard this poem before, but it is really sweet.
ReplyDeleteThat is really a sweet poem when you read it a couple times.
ReplyDeleteI can see why you remembered it suddenly.
One of my gran's favorite too....
ReplyDeleteMust be an English thing :)
~Jo
I really like that!
ReplyDeleteAwwww. I really like that.
ReplyDeleteMy love smells like a cabbage. (Ask Cro about Eau de Cabbage de la Hades).
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteHave copied it down into my little book of sayings.
thanks
Briony
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Somebody wrote this in my autograph book all of sixty five years ago John! Hope you are back on your feet and fully recovered now.
ReplyDeleteNever heard this poem but sure is sweet.
ReplyDeleteConnie
Sweet. And about my hair... really??? xo
ReplyDeleteIf your love is like cabbage, mine is coleslaw.
ReplyDeletenever knew a cabbage had a heart....knew that artichokes did but not cabbages....
ReplyDeleteI'll have mine steamed, please! lol
ReplyDeleteSee, you have a literary soul!
ReplyDeleteCharming. Not quite like the old Italian insult, "You have a head like a cabbage."
ReplyDeleteThis touched a chord, though I hadn't heard it before, because I've been offering my children the juicy sweet stalks from the central base of the cabbage only to have them rejected. One of my fondest childhood memories is of my mother handing me the sweet, crunchy stalks to eat, while she was preparing dinner. Much better than the sloppy over-cooked khaki mess that was served on the plate later in the evening!
ReplyDeleteFunny what sticks to us, eh?
ReplyDeleteToo true, Jim.
ReplyDeleteI shall remember this...I love it.
ReplyDeleteWhen I saw your title I was about to offer my 'Blog title of the year' award, but now I see that your gran deserves it.
ReplyDeleteAww....
ReplyDeleteDid she recite it to you? What a beautiful gift of words for a grandchild.
ReplyDeleteI was searching for this. While I've heard it many times, it's still meaningful.
ReplyDeleteI was searching for this. While I've heard it many times, it's still meaningful.
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