It's actually working out well. So far (knock wood), no raccoons have made it inside the garden fence to knock little green tomatoes off the vines, so that's a big benefit and saves quite a bit of agitation on my part.
I realize that if I followed all the gardening rules, I wouldn't have had such a problem with blight, but I'm lazy. And doing things properly requires more work than I want to do. So the blight has been my fault, I reckon. Honestly, though, I don't know what I could do to prevent squash bugs, which have made it impossible for me to have cucumbers, melons, or any kind of squash. Sevin dust has no effect on them. Meanwhile I am tortured by stories of people having so many zucchinis they can't even give them away (but nobody offers any to me). I can't manage to get a plant to grow to full size before the invasion: Those nasty, sex-crazed creatures love to make babies beneath my plants.
I have little faith that I'll escape the squash bugs this year, but I'm beginning to be hopeful on the tomato blight scene.
One day this week Cliff took the Little Princess back to our
Unfortunately, he will never reach full frog-hood now. We went to Walmart, and when we got back home I went inside and let the dog out, then back in. Five minutes later while putting groceries up, I noticed something laying on the kitchen floor and it was this very almost-frog, dead as a doornail. Gabe had found him dead, I'm sure, because he had been dead long enough to be dried out. A cat, perhaps? Usually cats don't bother frogs and toads because they taste unpleasant, but who knows. I do know Gabe couldn't get in the tub they were in; even if he could have, he'd have turned it over in the process. Oh well, there are frogs aplenty in this world. After the frogs had been played with for two days, Cliff took all of the ones that were still alive back to the
Yes, our pond is so small it's almost a joke. With no rain, it may actually dry up completely before long.
That's all I have for today.