A red jalapeño in our garden? What can this mean?
Nice of you to join us, bell peppers. Get growin'.
Corn silk is lovely. I want a bouquet of it.
Dear corn stalks,
Please don't grow much taller than me.
Love, Veronica
Don't ever let anyone tell you you can't, cantaloupe.
Can't wait to hold a sliced watermelon smile up to my face.
A squash escapee scales the six-foot cinder block wall. I have a feeling he will become mayor of a town, assume responsibility for a young orphan girl, and turn his whole life around.
Our red potatoes are dying. Help, someone?
Just praying the pigeons and doves prefer crickets to corn on the cob.
