Hell, with you, Grandmother

Old woman walks by the other day and sees my plants and asks what kind they are. Mostly vegetables. The look on her face was pure disgust. No flowers? she was thinking. No pretty, useless flowers? Well, you won't have to go to the supermarket so much, she left with.

"Some of them flower" I said.

Or a lot of them. I hear the Yukons have a rather pretty purple flower. The strawberries, have this:

which is pretty nice and getting nicer. Plus, y'know, fucking strawberries. Fuck you.

I guarantee if I put a camera out in front of my house I see that bitch stealing my cukes.