This year's gardening experience has been challenging in ways I have never experienced before. I knew going into the season that water would be scarce, given the historic drought conditions in our state, and I was prepared for that.
What I wasn't prepared for were the numerous rodents that would show up to make my raised bed a critter buffet. It started with this asshole...
...who then invited his whole damn family to move into the backyard. Before we realized we were hosting an indigent family of furry freeloaders, they had managed to claim squatter's rights and had burrowed under my raised beds and under the pavers in Hugh's man gazebo, ruining the foundation underneath. They also ate several of my seedlings down to bare stubs, which seriously delayed my progress in the garden.
Thankfully, Hugh has a friend well known locally as THE GUY for trapping all forms of wildlife, and he was able to trap and relocate the entire family of five. So, I replanted, only to have a transient marmot pass through several weeks later, using my raised beds as a bed and breakfast; once again, several of my seedlings were eaten down to nubbins.
To say I was frustrated is a vast understatement of my wrath and rage.
Anyhoodle, the rest of the summer has gone slightly better, and I did manage to salvage enough to make myself feel better.
Currently, I am harvesting peppers, tomatoes, arugula (so much arugula), Swiss chard, and curly endive. I also planted baby pumpkins and cantaloupe for the first time, and it looks like I'll harvest at least a few of each, which is exciting. Why cantaloupe and pumpkins, you ask? Because, by the time I needed to replace the plants that had been eaten by furry assholes, the pickins' were slim at the nursery, and I figured, what the hell, might as well experiment, since the garden had gone to Hell in a handbasket, anyway.
I'm not mad about it.
In addition to the raised bed, I am also growing several things in my new greenhouse, which deserves a post of its own.
Until then, I am off to water the above mentioned garden and, to check for any new rodent activity. I live in constant fear of the little bastards now, in case you coudn't tell.
The trauma is real.











































