It was an interesting year. May was the driest on record in this burg and the garden got off to a wonderful start. This was a good thing. Because June was much wetter than normal and July the wettest on record. August was slightly wetter than normal and September nothing to brag about. On the other hand, we're ending on a high note with five days of beautiful October sunshine. It is almost a true fall. Although the statistics argue against it, I feel like it was a pretty good gardening year.
So...a few final garden pics.
C'mon baby...you can do it! A sedum struggles to bloom before a serious frost (we've had two non-serious frosts already)
This guy nailed it...just in time.
All the perennials have been cut down and the annuals tossed.
All secure 'til next spring.
The buckets still look festive. Ho! Ho! Ho!
The Barney Bench will keep an eye out...
But on a serious note. I owe an apology to the resident porcupine whom I have cursed roundly for another assault on my apple tree. Upon inspection, I have concluded that Yogi - not Porky - is the culprit. The stove pipe you see (below) was tightly bound around the victim with many, many plastic ties. I thought it impenetrable by even the most ferocious porcupine in these here parts. The pipe was ripped-off with great violence.
The plot thickens on this whodunnit.
Upon a closer inspection by a completely untrained forensic examiner, it was noted that TWO large branches, both exceeding two inches in diameter, were severed from the main trunk. The evidence suggests that the perp must have been in excess of 70 pounds and probably snapped the defenseless limbs either on the climb up, or the climb down from the victim. The fattest porcupine seen in this neck of the woods of late couldn't have been more than 40 pounds.
But circumstantial evidence strongly points to Yogi as the perpetrator.
Sigh...what can you do? At least the NRA is not yet arguing that bears have the right to arm.
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