My garden was rockin’ tonight said no one with a social life ever. Sigh.
I have one fat caterpillar who did not get the memo on the time of year. I’m not sure if he is the second wave or just horribly late.
It turns out that my first thought, based on size, shape, and love of sunflower flesh, that these were deformed ugly cousins of the shiny June bugs was correct. However I noticed that their heads and legs are hairy like bees and that those might be mottled wings rather than a lumpy shell. I friend helped to identify them as Bumble Flower Beetles who are indeed related to the June bugs and Japanese beetles.
I caught the groundhog entering under the fence TWICE. The first time I watched from a window as he/she casually strolled through my veggies sampling a beet top here and some chard there. I left some cayenne pepper sprinkled over the entry point. Sorry!
The chipmunk is trying to triple his/her body weight on sunflower seeds only.
All the grasshoppers seem to have taken the slant of the evening sun rays as mood lighting. They turned my sunflowers into tawdry by the hour hotels.
Thankfully this morning’s monsoon that sent me in to work dripping as if if fresh from my shower, also cut the humidity. I was able to dig up the Blue Adirondack potatoes without sweating out all body fluids. The harvest was not impressive in size, but the potatoes are a beautiful purple. Once I got the mud scrubbed off, they had gleaming jewel-like skins. So pretty outside and in. I had breakfast for dinner, throwing in a Granny Smith tomato and egg.
Last night this baby bird verbally assaulted me. The End.