My Daughter's Garden

My daughter is seven. She's been begging me and hounding me to till part of the lawn so that she could have her "very own vegetable garden." I didn't really think about it until just now, but the only vegetables she really eats are seaweed and cucumbers. We don't live by the seashore, so the seaweed is imported. And now she's planted her garden. This is her garden:

The sign is an old one. "Cucumber," it says. One lovely cucumber plant. (Her piano teacher gave it to her.) May it be fruitful.