Dear vegie patch,
I'm sorry we haven't been able to spend much time together in the last few months, but you know how it is. You make me sneezy and hivey, dear garden. Oh I know it's not your fault that I can't touch cucumber plants and potato plants and, well any furry plant that you grow. I also know it's not your fault that your pollen and grasses render me useless without copious amounts of antihistamine and a good lie down in a darkened room.
I know you've seen me peering jealously from behind a closed window as the other gardener tends you, plants you and harvests you. But you can rest assured that I have been enjoying the harvest.
And I'm enjoying cooking with it and eating it too.
I pray that the desensitising injections work and we can meet again this coming spring.
Until then, I remain your faithful, if absent, friend,