The Lock is Heavy
In this garden, we had a cactus tree, a papaya tree, and pots of bouganvillea flowers (paper flowers) that my grandma took care of. When we (my brother and I) grew older and could help with gardening, my parents planted watermelon, ladies fingers (okra), pineapple, green beans and another papaya tree. My brother supplied the piss as fertilizer, I helped my mum with the weeding while my dad did the plucking of fruits and the hoeing of the soil. The grass was always prickly and you could never sit on it. Once we released a frog into a bush in our garden that we had reared from tadpolehood (my dad and I used to go hunting for tadpoles after rainstorms in puddles underneath the swings at the playground). I liked that garden in spite of the prickly grass. It holds a lot of memories.
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