Spring has finally come to New Hampshire…and it almost fells like summer now. With beautiful weather come fresh fruit and vegetables, so accordingly today’s post has something to do with that!<\/p>\n
Here is one of my favorite poems written by Jan Brzechwa:<\/p>\n
Na straganie<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n \n Na straganie w dzie\u0144 targowy\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n Takie s\u0142yszy si\u0119 rozmowy:<\/strong><\/p>\n “Mo\u017ce pan si\u0119 o mnie oprze,\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n Pan tak wi\u0119dnie, panie koprze.”<\/strong><\/p>\n “C\u00f3\u017c si\u0119 dziwi\u0107, m\u00f3j szczypiorku,<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2028Le\u017c\u0119 tutaj ju\u017c od wtorku!”<\/strong><\/p>\n Rzecze na to kalarepka:<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2028”Sp\u00f3jrz na rzep\u0119 – ta jest krzepka!”<\/strong><\/p>\n Groch po brzuszku rzep\u0119 klepie:\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n “Jak tam, rzepo? Coraz lepiej?”<\/strong><\/p>\n “Dzi\u0119ki, dzi\u0119ki, panie grochu,\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n Jako\u015b \u017cyje si\u0119 po trochu.<\/strong><\/p>\n Lecz pietruszka – z t\u0105 jest gorzej:<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2028Blada, chuda, spa\u0107 nie mo\u017ce.”<\/strong><\/p>\n “A to feler” -\u2028Westchn\u0105\u0142 seler.<\/strong><\/p>\n Burak stroni od cebuli,\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n A cebula do\u0144 si\u0119 czuli:<\/strong><\/p>\n “M\u00f3j Buraku, m\u00f3j czerwony,\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n Czyby\u015b nie chcia\u0142 takiej \u017cony?”<\/strong><\/p>\n Burak tylko nos zatyka:\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n “Niech no pani pr\u0119dzej zmyka,<\/strong><\/p>\n Ja chc\u0119 \u017con\u0119 mie\u0107 buracz\u0105,<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2028Bo przy pani wszyscy p\u0142acz\u0105.”<\/strong><\/p>\n “A to feler” -\u2028Westchn\u0105\u0142 seler.<\/strong><\/p>\n Naraz s\u0142ycha\u0107 g\u0142os fasoli:\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n “Gdzie si\u0119 pani tu gramoli?!”<\/strong><\/p>\n “Nie b\u0105d\u017a dla mnie taka wielka”<\/strong><\/p>\n Odpowiada jej brukselka.<\/strong><\/p>\n “Widzieli\u015bcie, jaka krewka!”<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2028Zaperzy\u0142a si\u0119 marchewka.<\/strong><\/p>\n “Niech rozs\u0105dzi nas kapusta!”<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2028”Co, kapusta?! G\u0142owa pusta?!”<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0A kapusta rzecze smutnie:<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2028”Moi drodzy, po co k\u0142\u00f3tnie,<\/strong><\/p>\n Po co wasze swary g\u0142upie,\u2028<\/strong><\/p>\n Wnet i tak zginiemy w zupie!”<\/strong><\/p>\n “A to feler” -\u2028Westchn\u0105\u0142 seler.<\/strong><\/p>\n At the stall on market day<\/em><\/p>\n You can hear these conversation:<\/em><\/p>\n “Perhaps you will like to lean on me,<\/em><\/p>\n You are fading, Mr. Dill. “<\/em><\/p>\n “Not a surprise, my chives,<\/em><\/p>\n I’m lying here since Tuesday! “<\/em><\/p>\n Kohlrabi heard and said:<\/em><\/p>\n “Look at turnip – she is hearty!”<\/em><\/p>\n Peas pat turnips tummy:<\/em><\/p>\n “How are you turnip? Getting better?”<\/em><\/p>\n “Thanks, thanks, Mr. peas,<\/em><\/p>\n Somehow, I live slowly.<\/em><\/p>\n But it is worse with parsley:<\/em><\/p>\n pale, thin, can not sleep. “<\/em><\/p>\n “What a flaw” – \u2028 sighed celery.<\/em><\/p>\n Beet avoids onion,<\/em><\/p>\n And onion wants to get close:<\/em><\/p>\n “My beet, my red,<\/em><\/p>\n Wouldn’t you like wife like me? “<\/em><\/p>\n Beet only plugs his nose:<\/em><\/p>\n “Please get going,<\/em><\/p>\n I want my wife to be beet like<\/em><\/p>\n Because everyone cries around you. “<\/em><\/p>\n “What a flaw” – \u2028 sighed celery.<\/em><\/p>\n Suddenly, you hear the voice of beans:<\/em><\/p>\n “Where have you scrambling here!”<\/em><\/p>\n “Do not be so great for me”<\/em><\/p>\n Corresponds to the Brussels sprouts.<\/em><\/p>\n “Did you see what a brave one!”<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0Carrot got upset.<\/em><\/p>\n “Let the cabbage judge us!”<\/em><\/p>\n “What, cabbage? Empty head?”<\/em><\/p>\n And cabbage will say sadly:<\/em><\/p>\n “My dear, what arguments,<\/em><\/p>\n Why your silly quarrels,<\/em><\/p>\n Soon all of us will die in the soup! “<\/em><\/p>\n “What a flaw” – \u2028 sighed celery.<\/em><\/p>\n