The summer heat baked the watermelon on the vine,

Not enough water, not enough shade, perhaps another time.

Twice a day I tried to give them drink, but it was weeks with no reprieve,

The summer heat baked the watermelon, but wait, what did I see?

A weekend away, when I returned, the watermelon vine sprung anew!

Maybe too much water and too much heat, water more carefully I will do.

No flowers yet but hope has sprung, a chance again to thrive.

The summer heat’s not over, but maybe my garden will survive.