








I'm in love a little. Maybe it's infatuation, I don't care, but I've become enamored with vegetables. Not so much to eat, but just to water and watch. My vege-love even spread enough to allow a few flowers in my garden. That wildish looking flower pot was put together by a one John Plakmeyer and yours truly.
I tried to hold off on the chicken wire for as long as possible, but a couple days ago when I found a little bunny snacking on my sugar snap peas, I knew it was war. And I wasn't going to lose. Feeling strangely like Mister McGregor, I dawned my sun bonnet and strung up a bit of a fence. That'll do it. Right?