Fiesta and carnage

The cheer radiating from this bright, happy little circle motif belies the anguish I felt midway through its creation when My Beloved tapped on the window to tell me that our gorgeous beet crop had been decimated by voles.

All they left us were the tiny ones. The ones you usually see pickled. Or, perhaps, laughed at and discarded. All the fat, luscious, once gorgeous ones were eaten into comical half moons of cruel vole-y destruction.

Between the mice, slugs and voles, we're almost ready to raise the white flag.

Luckily no critters seem to like zucchini. They can (and have - I'm not kidding) grow baby-sized in our garden. Over six pounds and 19" long.

It's been a bit of a weird gardening season.

Thank God for crochet.

August 13, 2009


Yarn. It's so delightfully predictable.

Inedible, but predictable.