What’s Blooming?

The Oakleaf hydrangea is nice this year.  I think it’s now three years old.  Has some hefty blooms, despite our icy winter and the attack of the woodchucks.  Now if we can continue to fend off the japanese beetles it should have a pretty good chance.  It’s all about survival out here in the garden!

 

 

The Uninvited Guest

He looks pretty darn happy doesn’t he?  Just taking a stroll through his new digs, not a care in the world.  That’s our groundhog, Mr. Chuck.

A friend suggested her builders method.  Trap them in Havaheart traps and then shoot them.  After a week of this, it seems like a sensible idea.

The Garden of Eatin’ featuring Friar Chuck

He ate the daisy buds.  He ate the white conflower I started from seed last year.  He ate every single pansy blossom.  He ate the lupines, the lettuce,  and the asters.  And while I am surveying all this damage, my fragmented brain is thinking, how can he be so fat eating all these greens?  And where is the baseball bat, ’cause I’m putting an end to this business.  And then after drinking all the water in the fountain, he looked around him and saw that it was good and dug a hole under the front porch.  A hole exactly where I put my foot when I come down or go up the porch a bazzillion times a day. 

On Wednesday my lupines looked like this,

on Thursday this is what was left.

 Tomorrow I hope to write, that Friar Chuck has moved on, to the great groundhog in the sky.

 

Whistling pig my patootie.

 

An Unwelcome Visitor

 

Olivia has named him Friar Chuck, and he is the cutest little thing, but he and his friend must go!