We have replaced two-thirds of the back yard garden for the third time now since early May. What started out to be a great hobby in my retirement is rapidly becoming a nightmare. My garden frequently looks like a war zone.
I used to fantasize about early mornings gazing over my abundant garden while sipping a large yummy mug of my excellent coffee. Lately I get up in the morning and dread going out to see what latest devastation has been wrought. My garden is a raised bed and one would think it might be safe from varmints. So wrong.
There are rabbits in my back yard that are the size of Rhode Island. I think they’ve been irradiated somewhere and have produced nuclear bunny babies who are eating their way across my garden with a vengeance. Bunnies don’t like tomatoes; that crop is safe. They do enjoy red cabbage, zucchini, bush beans, swiss chard, acorn squash and cucumbers. That’s what I’ve lost so far in a little over a month. Oh yeah, they hit my herb garden and they decimated every marigold I planted. These bunnies owe me.
Yesterday at the garden store I was relating my rabbit issues to one of the employees, a seemingly nice young man who was watering some cabbage plants. His suggestion? Plant a garden just for the rabbits and distract them from your true garden. Pot-smokin’, pony-tailed nut case. I don’t think so. I did, however, buy more plants.
This morning, thanks to Devoted Spouse, the fence from hell was erected. There are aluminum pans floppin’ around in the breeze as another scare tactic. One more rabbit sighting and I’m gonna turn the garden into a bunker.