(ooh… bet the trolls loved that!)
How does your garden grow?
With … with.. errr, tomatoes and nasturiums
And petunias all in a row.
Yes, we’ve already established that I don’t do poetry. Thats my winter garden. And the Brat refuses to let anyone pick the damn tomatoes so fat lot of good they are to me!
Ps: My ‘poem’ has been edited. You guys refuse to give me creative licence and insist on me talking about only the flowers that I took pictures of. Yes mama, that means you too!