The
elk have been leaving my straw bale garden alone lately as it is heavily
protected by a scarecrow sprinkler set to hair-trigger sensitivity. An
unintended bonus of this security system is that a sudden blast of cold water
will not only deter the elk but will also keep your more naïve friends from
snacking on your cherry tomatoes---not to mention the entertainment benefit
you’ll receive when your friends yelp and dance out of the water’s way.
Without
the elk munching away at my produce, my straw bale garden has really started to
come on. I have green beans that need picking, carrots that I forgot to thin
and so have now grown into very interesting shapes, and a ton of tomatoes. Most
of the tomatoes are still green, however, and the cucumbers don’t seem to have
achieved anything at all. I’ve spotted at least one pumpkin and the zucchini
are—of course!—doing well. If the sun ever decides to come back out my harvest
should be adequate. And until the harvest I won’t really know how my potatoes
and onions have fared in their straw home.
I
can’t really tell how well ScaryMan has worked since the flowerbeds were
already denuded before he came on duty. It does please me greatly, though, to
imagine him scaring the scat out of any trespassing critter.
There
is happy news in the Sume family to report: my firstborn and his beloved are
now engaged and are planning a small backyard wedding at our house next summer.
This means that elk damage to the flowerbeds JUST. WILL. NOT. DO. Fence is now my favorite “f” word and I
am busy plotting and planning the ways and means to accomplish it.
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