tomato bush broken by nature's cull
I mourn the loss
budding promise unfulfilled
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Friday, January 14, 2011
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Oh Merlene, is there anything more sad than cosseting a tomato bush only to have it snap, or fall over, or be blown over before it has a chance to fruit? They don't have much of a will to live, do they?
ReplyDeleteNo, Sam, not when their back's broken.
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