{"id":581,"date":"2008-06-08T12:08:42","date_gmt":"2008-06-08T19:08:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tgdarkly.com\/blog\/?p=581"},"modified":"2008-06-08T12:08:42","modified_gmt":"2008-06-08T19:08:42","slug":"peach-trees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/2008\/06\/08\/peach-trees\/","title":{"rendered":"Peach Trees"},"content":{"rendered":"<table style=\"height: 303px;\" border=\"0\" width=\"641\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"220\" align=\"left\" valign=\"top\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.tgdarkly.com\/blog\/plant.jpg?resize=211%2C150\" alt=\"\" width=\"211\" height=\"150\" \/><\/td>\n<td width=\"405\" align=\"left\" valign=\"top\">Peach trees grew here years ago,<br \/>\nwhen the summer days flowed like a lazy river.<br \/>\nThey let cool nectar run down their chins,<br \/>\nunworried that the garden would yield to muddy March ground,<br \/>\ntrampled by growing children not yet born.<\/p>\n<p>Now the dried out stumps of broken peach trees<br \/>\nmark a line the grass dared not cross,<br \/>\nrich loam meant for deeper roots and<br \/>\nheavy branches thick with fruit.<\/p>\n<p>We will plant something here again.<br \/>\nThis patch will glow green once more,<br \/>\nand we will eat the warmth of the summer sun,<br \/>\nuntil our time in the garden passes<br \/>\nand the ground is ripe with growing children not yet born.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Peach trees grew here years ago, when the summer days flowed like a lazy river. They let cool nectar run down their chins, unworried that the garden would yield to muddy March ground, trampled by growing children not yet born. Now the dried out stumps of broken peach trees mark a line the grass dared [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[30,4,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-581","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","category-spirituality","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p824rZ-9n","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/581","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=581"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/581\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=581"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=581"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=581"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}