Between the drought, the squirrels, the chipmunks, the cabbage worms, and the squirrels
:hostile glare:, I am getting absolutely nothing from my garden. A few cucumbers. A handful of string beans. There might be a pepper that makes it.
I'm very, very mad about this.
So, I'm tearing it all out and trying to get a last little round of flowers before winter kills everything.
I'm trying to be philosophical about it--didn't have tons of time this year anyway, it'll be better next year if I can put in raised beds, I'll have more time next year--but it's just making me sad.
And maybe a little bit glad that that's the worst thing I have to be sad about right now.
And a whole lot mad at the squirrels
. :hostile glare:
But mostly just sad.