Now we have a pudgy woodchuck eating my lettuce. I’m tired of fighting the inevitable. He or she can have it all.
Tansy is supposed to keep away bugs. I have planted some near my tomatoes. I wonder if it will keep bugs from noshing on my tomato leaves.
And deer don’t like foxglove. I thew a bunch of foxglove seeds in the ground a year ago. Now I’ve got foxglove all over the place. I wonder if they would keep the deer away if I transplanted them to surround my garden.
Meanwhile, the little (but heavy cement) statue of baby Pan that I’ve been hauling around through every move for the past decade seems to have found a perfect spot. He’s a little worse for wear, having had part of his foot chipped off, but I’ve grown accustomed to his wild appeal.
I have a few manufactured creatures hanging out among my flowers. I’m rather fond of my garden whimsies as well.
There eventually will be a climbing spinach growing up the stakes behind the gargoyle. The other photo is how I try to put to use the trash (like that pallet under the plants and the tire that I painted green) that my brother has lying around his property. That little arrangement is in the woods near entrance to the garage.
And, for the first time ever out here, I spotted a robin. I don’t know why they are rare here on these acres. Actually, fewer and fewer birds are showing up at our feeders, since we take them down at night because of the racoons, and then we don’t get them back outside early enough in the morning.
I have never been a morning person. When my last boss was asked what she might say negative about me, she said that my desk was always messy and I didn’t like to get up in the morning. Some things never change.