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 my 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
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 persevered
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"!
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Update: Let the record show I did not plant a
garden of any type this year.
The rabbits won.
I'll be buying my produce from the
Wonder how the Farmers keep the
rabbits out of their Garden?????
We're not the typical family.
I've recently become Caregiver/Guardian to my Mom as she deals with Dementia. I'm married, have three grown children and also an 18 yr. old daughter who lives at home and recently made us grandparents to her beautiful new baby girl. That means that we have four generations of women under the same roof. Mister and I have been married forever. . .It's not the life we dreamed about, nor the one we would have chosen, but most days we find a way to laugh and bumble our way through. We're enjoying the journey, even with the unexpected side trips along the way. FOLLOW ME, if you dare! LOL!