Memorial Day is usually all about the planting of my vegetable garden–something I do to honor and remember my Dad, who was a World War II veteran. But this year, that garden is still contaminated with pesticides, I fear, so I’ve had to plant flowers.
So here is that look, above.
And here is my “vegetable” garden, instead. It’s going to have to suffice.
At work, we plant a vegetable garden as well. It’s a little unusual because there we garden with a woodchuck (aka, a groundhog, or a whistle pig, or whatever you might call them in your part of the country.
Interestingly enough, usually he/it/they leaves the tomatoes and peppers alone–as well as my herbs that I plant to try to protect all that (and for the pollinators, of course!)
This year, something nibbled one of the tomatoes. I think it was a rabbit. We are too “urban” to have deer, and quite frankly the nibbling was too delicate for a deer.
Whatever it was, it didn’t care for the tomato leaves. It just left them there, and didn’t try any of the others. Whew!
So I end my post with a huge than you to all who served. You are not forgotten.
Whistle pig? Seriously?
You must take a look at what I am writing for Wednesday, although not as amusing as a whistle pig.
Don’t ask me–we don’t call them that here.
I will chek out your Wednesday post. I am guessing it won’t be “wordless.”