In the spot where the blueberry once flourished, I've planted a pomegranate tree. Shepherd's Red variety. Supposed to fruit in the year after being planted. Dark red exterior, pink seeds, ripening in late autumn.
Follow the journey of a sad, unwanted front lawn in his desperate quest to become an edible garden paradise. Once he is denuded of grass, will fruit flies collect in his exposed bumcrack? Will money spent on plants exceed money saved in grocery bills? And will the neighbours freak out when it all goes horribly wrong?
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