My Brookside Summer Gardening Story – A Sad Poem

A sad lament for my gardening woes, dear readers.

I’ve been through all the emotions,
Denial, anger despair.
It is not as though I have a choice,
This cross I have to bear.

I tried my best to fight them
My fuzzy, furry foes.
But in the end this will go down
As the Year of No Tomatoes.

photo love: tomboulig, Flickr