I was out in my garden early this morning
before it got too hot, getting weeds out of my peas
when I found a beautiful, six-inch high
tomato plant growing among the peas.
I didn't plant it there, so it has come up from
seeds left in the soil last fall. I wanted
to leave it there, but it was shading some
of the pea plants, robbing them of sunlight.
It was also stealing the nourishment that
the peas needed from the soil. My father
always said that any plant growing where
it wasn't supposed to was a weed.
Reluctantly, I pulled it up. The root system
seemed relatively undamaged, so I
replanted it in the flower garden among the
petunias. How long before my wife will notice?
hahhahahahahahahahahaha.... I bet your wife is used to your sense of humor- -it's such an integral part of who you are! ! ! I am rooting [! ! ! ! ! ] for the tomato plant to not only survive bur waking you up in the middle of the night with its sucking up of nutrients from your peas and such! 10++++
At least you didn't lose the tomato plant. Maybe your wife will like some fresh tomatoes. Nice poem.
My father said exactly the same thing! If peas were growing in the corn, he made us pull them up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Both your wife and you take good care of your garden, that I can see from your poem and picture.The tomato plant is bearing healthy fruits and I hope she will be glad to pluck them for curry or salad.