Some spindly, thirsty corn;
some scritchy, scratchy okra;
(yes, I made up "scritchy")
and hot-as-firecrackers peppers.
Lots and lots and lots of peppers.
We finally cried "uncle" and pulled it all. All except my precious herbs. They'll be on the drying rack before too long.
The garden now looks like the rest of our land:
a dry
desert-like
barren wasteland.
WE NEED RAIN.
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