“No Dig Vegetables,” said the Guru.

No sore back, enthused a Gardener.

No time like the present, encouraged his Wife.

No chance of a cuppa first?

No, she said, sow.

So there was

No more ado.

Nor digging. Just a

Row.

It seemed slow

But finally there was

No more waiting.

Nor were there very many potatoes..

You know,

She said, husband in tow,

Enough is a feast.

By Dermy McNally

Enough is a feast