Gardening and Other Frustrations

“Gardens are a form of autobiography.”

Sydney  Eddiston

So true.  My garden is now a disaster area.

I spent yesterday morning being very concerned about my chickens, as there was a couple of hawks lurking around.

After they left (the hawks) I spent some time transplanting my seedlings into individual trays.

peek at the leeks

bak choy oh boy

mostly carrots with bok choy on the side

Then, I thought I would go take a look at the garden.

OMG!!!!! *#($&#)@*(#$&)

The gate was open and the neat, ordered weed matting and wheat straw was ALL OVER THE PLACE!

I had no lettuce left, no cabbage left.  The three mature collard plants I did have had the leaves eaten off.  Half of the onion sets were scratched up and the other half buried with wheat straw.  Even my irrigation hose was pulled up.  I literally stood there and cried. 

After I had saved them from the hawks!!

I went in and repaired as much as I could.  I still had some collard babies left and the peas seemed to be untouched.

And, of course, there was insult to injury.  When Jim got home and I told him what had happened, he said "Yeah, I saw them in there and wondered why you had let them in."

GAAAAAAH!!!!!!!

He had seen me in there with a hoe, making rows and setting the onions.  He had seen me in there laying down the matting.  I TOLD him I needed more straw to finish between some of the rows.  Ya think he would at least come to ask me about it....

I heard the hawks again this morning.  

I didn't go out.

bak bak