I thought this poem was fitting because it was my Nana’s name and she had the best garden of anyone I have ever met. She passed away in February and I am growing my garden in honor of her (I have a feeling she is helping me out
My poem would be more like:
Ali, Ali of the valley,
How does your garden grow?
With broccoli and cucumbers,
And lettuce all in a row.
Here is an update on my garden:
Peas – sorry about the blurry pic.
I planted more veggies this weekend. They include: