My mom had a huge one.
I detested the weeding but
Delighted in its bounty.
Nothing tastes better than freshly
Picked peas cooked in a creamy
White sauce.
My brother inherited our mother's love
For gardening, but his efforts
Weren't always understood.
Once a neighbor boy walked over and
Asked him, "What are you doing?"
"I'm working in my garden."
"My dad was wrong," the boy replied.
"He said you didn't know what you were
Doing."