Busy, busy, busy

Sorry for the delay in updating this post. So much has happened since I last wrote. Eric and I went on vacation to Bryce and Zion (see separate page), the summer garden is slowing down, and we are pulling plants out to make room for the winter veggies we are planting now.

Just when I thought the summer garden was pooping out, it surprizes me and delivers more squash and tomatoes. The beans are about done, we need to plant more and space out the yard longs next year. The Armenian and Lemon cucumbers are still growing well and even though the basil seems to have seen it’s last days, it is still good for making pesto and serving with tomatoe, or whatever else you use basil for.

The winter garden is planted with chard, cauliflower, brocolli, cabbage, beets, turnips, arugula, kale, radish and a variety of lettuces. We planted a lot more this year than last, so we think we will have a nice crop. As long as the bunnies leave us some. You know, if it’s not one varmit, it’s another. The vole seems to have left, but now we have a bunnie in the upper garden and either a bunnie or a squirrel in the lower garden. Whatever it is in the lower garden, it’s eating the tomatoes near ground level. But I don’t think he likes them as much as we do, since he just takes big bites out of them and then leaves them. We think it’s a bunnie in the upper garden because he is eating the tender, new leaves of the radish. We’ll have to figure this out otherwise I’m concerned he’ll eat all our newly planted lettuce.

Speaking of critters eating our veggies, I almost forgot about the mystery of what ate tomatoes and cucumbers I had left on our deck. I had extra for our customers, if they wanted them, so I set the veggies out by our front door, thinking they’d be safe on our deck. The next day, when I went outside, I found they had been vandalized. Something had taken bites out of everything. There were tomatoe seeds and juice all over the deck. Shasta, Margi’s hobo dog, was sunning herself nearby, so I asked her if she had anything to do with the mess. She came to me, with her tail between her legs and head down. Well, of course I figured she did it. I thought it was kinda funny, but I told her she was a bad dog. She left and crawled under the deck. (I swear, I didn’t yell at her, she likes to be under the deck.) Mystery solved, or so I thought.

Mystery Vandal

The next day, early in the morning, Eric comes running into the bedroom, announcing there’s a deer on the deck. And sure enough, even though I didn’t actually see the deer, I heard her running across the deck to the back of the house. Deer are always around, and they come close to the house, but never on the deck. Shasta acceped my apologies for the mistaken identity. (The deer came back the next day too, we didn’t see it, just heard it run across the deck from the front to the back of the house.)

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