We headed out to Summit Lake this morning for the fishing derby. We baited and waited. And waited. And with a lot of help from a nice fellow named Fuzzy, Abe landed his first, and I’m sure not last, fish.
We headed out to Summit Lake this morning for the fishing derby. We baited and waited. And waited. And with a lot of help from a nice fellow named Fuzzy, Abe landed his first, and I’m sure not last, fish.
Last year our garden was wildly successful. This year it is just wild. A dry June was followed by 11 days without electricity- thus 11 days without an electric fence- which took the deer 8 days to figure out. Plastic bags and dryer sheets did not keep them away, but chunks of scattered Irish Spring did. June was wetter than wet- and while we needed the rain- the weeds did not. Day after day was too much for our little tiller- so up they grew, along with the garden. I thought gardens were supposed to be relaxing, not a source of stress? This year it is both.
Stressful, relaxing, and tasty. And still so worth it.