I agreed to be one of the gardens in a garden tour given by the Friends of the Library. I must have been delusional because I really don’t consider my garden worthy of ooohs and aaahs from visitors. I garden on sand not lovely loam or water holding clay. Anyway, here I am scurring to make a silk purse out of a sows ear in time for June 18….showtime. I had trays of annuals and vegetables under the table on the deck out of the sun. The other morning we awoke to find most of the flats chewed to stubs. Here is a poor tomatoe. He will be okay but I cannot say the same for the others.
I found the culprits yesterday afternoon coming out of a huge hole under the deck. In fact they had several places to emerge.
This one is one of a family of four. All little fur balls that have a cuteness factor but are really eating machines and what do they like to eat you may ask? Nice juicy plants that have been watered and pampered for a garden tour. This gardener is cowering in misery. Now what do I do? Do I cancel myself from the tour? There may not be anything to see. Boo Hooooooo. We borrowed the neighbours trap but they just blitzed right through that. Right now I have a radio turned to some wild music down in the hole. Hope they take the hint. Next up a blast of water from the hose.
On a lighter happier note the Bridalwreath Spirea is blooming so beautifully out by the sidewalk.
The dwarf lilac Miss Kim is in full bloom out in the front garden too. St. Francis is keeping watch out there.
The red Japanese Tree peony that our boys gave me a couple of Mother’s Day ago is blooming so prettily.