“These are the tries that tie men’s tools” right before they hung him. Crazy like that, I mean, you can’t let it live.
I have a new sign for my garden, 12 by 8 inches, freshly attached to a non-functional section of cedar fencing with deck screws. It features a very pretty young lady with a shovel and the motto “Gardening, because murder is wrong”, a sentiment I don’t always agree with but she is nice to look at when I’m not admiring the veggies of my labor. No fruits, they come in the fall, on the Thompson Seedless grape plant which is really kicking some ass now, I’ll tell you.
In fact I had a breakfast of zucchini sliced and fried in butter this morning courtesy of the largish plant in a mega-size planter pot. Salad yesterday with butterleaf lettuce and radishes, store tomatoes but not bad for non-garden ones, mine are weeks away yet. Squash soon.
Some little ratbastard sort of critter is digging up my starts at night, I come out and replant them in the morning but it makes me UnHappy. I put out a trail camera and the chip reader took a crap so now I’m waiting on Amazon to send the new one so I can see what this thing is, BUT in the meantime I set out some tasty poison that I hope it feasts on. Had this same problem last spring, used the poison, problem went away. Murder is not always wrong when combined with gardening.
The hot days are here. Winter fought hard to stick around and keep the nights cold but it finally lost to Climate Change, aka Summer, no doubt because of all the hot air expelled by politicians and Leftist media. So now most of the planet is headed into drought while floods are hammering the rest. I hope you fecking alarmists are proud of yourselves. You did this, you and that asshole Al Gore and his Inconvenient Bullshit, I’m sorry, I meant Truth, actually no.
I don’t grow a garden each year to save money. Money has nothing to do with it. I do it in self-defense. For at least part of the year I need good nutrition that I can’t get from the tasteless cardboard shit that masquerades as vegetables at the grocery stores. After a long winter and spring of genetically modified Mexican tomatoes grown in depleted soil and sent to market half green, there is nothing like biting into the first big, fat, ripe, juicy red home-grown tomato.
Last winter I whacked the front yard fig tree down to a third of it’s former glory, it was too tall to pick all the figs and the birds were getting most of them, and now it’s this thick bush and back to about 5 feet tall already. Yes, there will be figs. Fig trees grow like a sumnabitch when you plant them over leach fields. Your Handy Hint for the day.