My husband tries valiantly with his vegetables each year.

It's tricky.
We have a lot of shade trees.
We have a dog who digs.
We have hot sun and drought.

But he whistles and digs and weeds and whistles and culls until, inevitably, something always grows.

Aren't plants miraculous?
No wonder there are fairytales about them…

Haiku 14

My sweetheart is Jack
just waiting for his beanstalk.
The giant waits too.