The garden

I love my garden..my wife thinks it's a mess..But every afternoon I visit to taste how much I'm blessed..Cherry tomatoes everywhere, like a jungle growing wild..Growing with the parsley, rocket by its side..The pumpkin vine is blossoming, it has never failed..Thirty two we got last year, It now sounds like a tale. The seeds I threw down the back never expecting to grow, now have plants I shouldn't have, but no one needs to know..Lettuce, herbs, potatoes, just sprout out of the ground..And give me a harvest of which I can't be proud.