You know, sometimes I do feel bad when the cats bring home a half-eaten rabbit or mouse or mole. I’m not heartless and, though I know it’s the way of the world, it’s not something I revel in.
Unless I’m walking back to the house and I stop to check on my vegetables and I’m admiring all my seedlings, and I’m marveling at the peppers, and I’m trying to remember where I put the basil. Oh, right, by the tomat…
And where are my motherfucking tomatoes? And my broccoli?
This is why people container garden.
Oh, well, fine. I’ll just plant some more okra there. It’s beautiful. Still, there’s a whole yard of shit to eat. Go eat crap I don’t want to eat.
In other news, the white sage sprouting goes “eh.” I mean, I knew it was hard to sprout them, so I’m not disappointed, but I planted 24 and only 3 are up. Granted, they said 7-10 and it’s not quite been 14 yet. I feel like 14 is when I say “Okay, those didn’t work. Let’s replant.”
And I am still not satisfied with the lack of lily of the valleys in my garden. So, clearly, along the shed isn’t going to work out. I don’t know if they don’t get enough sunlight over there or what, but even the one that came up just kind of petered out in an ugly manner. I’m wondering about putting some on the back side of the dark spot in my garden, near where the Salomon’s Seal is thriving.
And I am about to have roses on one of my pink roses! And one of the irises I transplanted last fall is going to bloom this year. I take that as a sign they’re happy in their new home.
Tiny Cat Pants 
I may be maligning bunnies unfairly, the more I think about it. I see zero bunnies in our yard, but a fuckton of squirrels.
I think it’s more likely that they’re to blame.
Have you seen Wallace and Gromit, the Curse of the Were-Rabbit? It’s definitely not squirrels….
(It’s a fun movie. Very silly and British, but much, much fun.)
I hate those fluffy little fucks. We’ve got a bigass prairie in back of us, and they’re chomping my garden? Die, assholes.
Lily of the valley takes a long time to settle and then spread. At the old place, they did best in a semi-shady and fairly moist area. Yep, kind of like where the Solomon’s Seal is. If you know someone with an established patch, they do transplant fairly well.
All I can think of are the Killer Bunnies form Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
I used to think bunnies were cute until they ate my strawberries down to the ground. You couldn’t even tell they had been there at all. That was when I stopped going, “Aw, look at the cute lil bunny rabbit!” and started trying to run them down with my car.
Blood meal scares them away. You have to reapply it after a rain, but it’s awfully good at scaring off little vegetarians.
But check this! Though the broccoli is a total loss, the fucking tomatoes are back. They’re like the terminator or something.