Bucket Garden

My Bucket Garden
July 2008

This was my little garden last summer.
"Eat your heart out Martha Stewart!"
Yes, it was strange a bit unorthodox and perhaps
(Shh! I'm whispering) "a little bit tacky,"
but nonetheless it was my experiment
and given daily doses of water from
ye old water hose, it in return gave
me these. . .

Beautiful, vine ripe, red tomatoes,
which looked like this.
Half of my yield looked like this.

Darn birds!

They were consistent, sneaking into my
Bucket domain and literally "enjoying
the fruit of m y labor". Not to be
outdone I tied streamers to the fence
so they would blow in the wind and
frighten the feathery bandits away.
The streamers blew,
but the pesky birds continued
their heist.

Not to be outdone I dug deep into
my Fall storage and brought out a
Halloween Scarecrow and placed
it in the middle of the group of
buckets. . .But the birds perserverd
as the Scarecrow looked on.

Then. . .
One evening as I peered from my window,
this is what I saw -

I had been
out-witted, out-played, and out-lasted
by a "wascally wabbit"!