I'm leaving for a few days to attend a wedding and I have been fussing around the homestead, worse than Miss Lydia at the height of her broody over all the details that need attending to. There are lots of young plants that want looking after each day. And the weather has turned suddenly hot and they are particularly vulnerable to lack of water.
This evening I went down to check things and found the marigolds I planted yesterday drooping. So I got out the hose to give them a soaking. On my way by the carrot bed.... which is doing VERY well thank you very much! My seed tapes worked exactly as I had hoped.
I spied a movement at the corner of one of the poles...
I nearly squealed for joy.
I have a TOAD in the garden!
I'm so happy!
I was JUST talking to Mr. P yesterday over the garden fence mentioning that I had a nice lizard living in the garden, and I really wished I had a toad too! Turns out I did have one. I just hadn't met him yet.
He's a fine figure of a toad, and I hope he likes my garden and stays all summer.
I haven't finished planting yet, so things are not quite as I would like them, but I did manage to get a little sitting area put together along with a wind break.
The only thing that doesn't seem to be happy are the peas. I'm giving them two more weeks to snap out of their funk. Otherwise I'm pulling them up and planting something else. No more coaxing something along all summer that doesn't have a strong will to live.
(That seems harsh.)
I've done the hard work. I want to EAT, not plead with plants that don't seem interested in thriving.
This bed is doing pretty well so far. Those potatoes at the end are VERY happy to be alive.
And of course we need food for the soul too...
Sweet Williams. I love them to bits.
Glorious.
Perhaps I could leave Mr. Toad and Mr. Lizard in charge while I'm away. After all, they have a vested interest in a flourishing garden environment. I'll have a chat with them tomorrow. It's my last full day at home. Maybe we can come to some arrangement.
(You are SO delusional. Even if they pooled their strength, they couldn't turn the water faucet on. And no amount of warty, scaly charm is going to convince those peas to throw their lot in with the land of the living.)
Okay. I'll ask Mr. P to water while I'm gone.
(A much more sensible approach. If you like .... I will have a talk with those peas in a day or two.)
Well, if anyone could put the fear of God in them, it would be you.
I spied a movement at the corner of one of the poles...
I nearly squealed for joy.
I have a TOAD in the garden!
I'm so happy!
I was JUST talking to Mr. P yesterday over the garden fence mentioning that I had a nice lizard living in the garden, and I really wished I had a toad too! Turns out I did have one. I just hadn't met him yet.
He's a fine figure of a toad, and I hope he likes my garden and stays all summer.
I haven't finished planting yet, so things are not quite as I would like them, but I did manage to get a little sitting area put together along with a wind break.
The only thing that doesn't seem to be happy are the peas. I'm giving them two more weeks to snap out of their funk. Otherwise I'm pulling them up and planting something else. No more coaxing something along all summer that doesn't have a strong will to live.
(That seems harsh.)
I've done the hard work. I want to EAT, not plead with plants that don't seem interested in thriving.
This bed is doing pretty well so far. Those potatoes at the end are VERY happy to be alive.
And of course we need food for the soul too...
Sweet Williams. I love them to bits.
Glorious.
Perhaps I could leave Mr. Toad and Mr. Lizard in charge while I'm away. After all, they have a vested interest in a flourishing garden environment. I'll have a chat with them tomorrow. It's my last full day at home. Maybe we can come to some arrangement.
(You are SO delusional. Even if they pooled their strength, they couldn't turn the water faucet on. And no amount of warty, scaly charm is going to convince those peas to throw their lot in with the land of the living.)
Okay. I'll ask Mr. P to water while I'm gone.
(A much more sensible approach. If you like .... I will have a talk with those peas in a day or two.)
Well, if anyone could put the fear of God in them, it would be you.