All I'm saying is I'm emotionally fragile enough that if anything happens to my scrunkled babies I will attack and dethrone God.

A real "we've got a nephew" of graphic design and illustration, mental illness held at bay by a very nice vegetable garden and cats.
Lapsed printmaker, you should ask me about it and I'll be very weird
All I'm saying is I'm emotionally fragile enough that if anything happens to my scrunkled babies I will attack and dethrone God.
One of the ground cherry plants has been looking real wilted lately, and I'm not sure why. The two other plants are looking great, so something might have gotten into this one. I chopped the sickly limb, which was downright hollow and about to collapse under it's weight.
A shame to lose so many berries, but we'll see if it saves the rest of the plant. If not, I'll dig it up and remove the soil around it, in hopes of whatever the problem is, it's just in that area.
Went to do my daily check on the garden, and besides the new bounty of weeds from the rain, it looks like our resident groundhog has helped himself to delicious treats. Two of the peppers that we were waiting to turn red were snatched, and he really tried to get at the fresh corn tassels.
Talking with my roommate who owns the house about putting in a fence to keep the goober out, because that's about all that will stop him. Another option is trapping him and releasing him at my parents in the country, but I'm unsure if that will stop new residents from moving in.