I can’t decide if it’s more unfortunate or more amusing that I have the privilege of riding my bike on the Erie Canal path.
I have decided that this post is a sign my sense of humor closely resembles that of a 12 year old boy.
I can’t decide if it’s more unfortunate or more amusing that I have the privilege of riding my bike on the Erie Canal path.
I have decided that this post is a sign my sense of humor closely resembles that of a 12 year old boy.
Well, I’ve got good news – and I’ve got bad news.
The bad news is, squirrels don’t give a rats ass about marigolds.
I came home from running errands this afternoon to find this guy checking out my berry patch loot.
I didn’t want to believe it was true, so I stalked him to see what he’d do.
Sure enough, in he went! See? He doesn’t care about marigolds! Freaking squirrel! Why don’t you just pick a bouquet of them already and be done with it, you… you… SQUIRREL.
I threw some tempeh into the shopping cart last week – not because I had an awesome tempeh recipe in mind, but more because I need something to serve along side these dang Brussels sprouts I can’t seem to stop making. Seriously, it might be time for an intervention. I don’t know how much longer I can get away with making them as the main course before an official complaint is filed.
Lettuce plants and kids have a lot in common.
Some days they’re so cute you can’t help but nuzzle your face right into them, and then other days you’re tempted to just bite their little heads right off.
How’s your lettuce container garden coming along? (It’s still not too late to start one, you know.) Mine is one month old and has been relocated from full sun in the backyard to part shade on the railing of the front porch. It now only gets a wee bit o’ sunshine the in the early AM hours and then lollygags about in the shade for the rest of the day – asking for something to eat and then begging me to play Old Maid when I’m done folding the laundry.
Remember Banana Whip?
Well this would be Fruit Whip. Banana Whip plus some frozen strawberries and blueberries too.
And remember that part in Jurassic Park where the scientist dude explains how the Velociraptors systematically test the electric fence by attacking it, trying to find its weaknesses?
Well I am the Velociraptor and Maxine is my electric fence.
See, we’ve always loved Banana Whip as an awesomely delicious healthy snack, but of course “we” means everyone but Maxine.
Mine eat sunbutter and jelly sandwich Ezekiel bread crusts out of my compost bucket.
For about one second this made me consider planting marigolds on my back steps, but then next I foresaw coming downstairs one morning to find a squirrel sitting at my kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee with organic half and half. (Although I suppose if he made the coffee that might be OK…)
I guess if eating our food scraps means they’re staying out of the strawberry bed, we’ll call it a truce.