Even though bunnies have eaten half of me garden, I’ve still had a decent crop. Potatoes were the biggest success, and while I’m still watching my tomatoes produce, I’m competing with the birds. As soon as one starts to turn red, it becomes a feast for the for the foul fowl. But I’m learning through experience the measures I need to take for my next little garden.
It’s funny how so little a crop can produce such a large feeling of pride.