Monday, October 6, 2008

Tales from the world's most optimistic veggie garden #3: the final chapter

Un. Believable. My parents told me the neighbours were pulling down the fence to erect a shared wall. I heard the words but I didn't understand. Not only did I not understand that I would wake up half naked one morning to find several burly men in my backyard but I didn't understand what this fence destruction would mean: they've fucked my veggie garden. Where once there was a handful of tomato plants, some promising looking rocket and a few other bits that might be weeds and might be squash now there is a giant mound of SAND and fucking wooden struts. I mean, I always knew the veggie garden was doomed - I just always assumed it would die by my hand.

4 comments:

henrietta said...

Just think - you can still keep alive the fantasy of what might have been.Through no fault of your own it wasn't to be but maybe one day.....

shippy said...

They say its better to have grown and lost rather never have grown at all.

Dave said...

Don't make this the final chapter. The garden bed can be resurrected. It could be your finest (gardening) moment ever.

my name is kate said...

Oh I'll back back on the horse one day. I still haven't forgotten the dream of wearing overalls and picking plump rocket leaves. I er may not blog about it though. For, you know, the sake of my pride and all...