The new soil is in the raised beds and the seeds are already sprouting.
Unfortunately I had to cover the beds with fairly unsightly chicken wire for three reasons :
Reason 1 who is astonished that he has no access to the world’s best litter box
Reason 2, who is all tuckered out just watching me
Reason 3, who took a carrot right out of my hand this afternoon
I’m hoping to buy him off with carrots and fill him up so he leaves my spinach alone. More than the spinach, he’s committed the ultimate nibbling crime … MY PRECIOUS HABANERO CHILI BUSH
which is now in its own private prison.
I heard a story about from whence came the chubby wild rabbits all over town. A certain person, who shall remain nameless was asked to look after another person’s house while he was away. The certain person was so horrified by the condition of all the animals on the property that he let them all go. Run, rabbits, run like the wind!
They ran, they ate, they bred like … um rabbits. I’ve given him a name, Bongo, because he thumps his back legs on the ground when I come near. Obviously I will not be eating him or wearing him as a hat. I’m thinking if the carrot strategy is a bust I will put in a dummy spinach bed. Bongo’s restaurant. Has a certain ring to it.
On the bright side, the rather ill fig tree has recovered nicely
we have peas, yes we definitely have peas
and loads of quince in embryo
I’m not a great lover of quince. When I was small, my mother made a sort of quince “cheese”, which she called sweets, presumably to induce her fussy progeny to try them. Didn’t work, they were the only sweets in the house that sat on the counter week after week, slowly gathering dust. I will learn to like them one way or another, and I apologise to my long-suffering mom for my lack of taste and discernment.