Papa Pea loves the little chipmunks. I would love the little chipmunks if they weren't so darn prolific. And didn't eat so many expensive sunflower seeds. And other things.
I harvested strawberries this morning and found several beautiful berries snapped off the plants, lying in the wood shavings between the rows with telltale teeth markings on each berry where one of those cute little chipmunks had helped himself to an early morning snack.
I went into the house and posed a question to my dear husband. "Okay," I said, 'which do you like more? The cute little chipmunks or your fresh strawberries?"
A few minutes later, these two traps appeared in the strawberry patch. 'Nuf said.
I planted three rows of shell peas, peas planted on either side of the 16' long cattle panels used for trellises. Two of them are pictured above. (Do you see the half eaten strawberry in between the rows? Gr-r-r-r!) With our up until now cool, moist weather, you would think the peas would have grown like crazy giving me peas galore earlier than usual. They didn't, and are just now finally flowering.
There may be hope for a bunch of fresh frozen peas stashed in the freezer yet.
I have one whole bed (yes, I do) devoted to purple poppies. They are from seeds Sue (of Sue's Garden Journal) was kind enough to send me a couple years ago after I admired a picture of the poppies in her garden.
I am just crazy about them (I think it's the color) and captured a picture of the very first one to bloom this year. It greeted me in all its splendor when I took my morning garden tour today. Thanks, Sue!
We're getting some real summer weather today. Way up in the 80s. (Which probably sounds downright cool to some of you, but it's hot to us!) My wash on the outside lines dried lickety-split, but doing anything that causes any kind of exertion out there brings the sweat pouring forth. (The humidity definitely contributes to the situation.)
We didn't want anything but watermelon for lunch, and it was enjoyed in our cool kitchen. Thankfully, our house does stay lover-ly if we close up the doors and windows early on during weather like this.
Papa Pea just came in for a drink of water and said he was now going out into the bee yard to get organized for the replacement bees we hope will be arriving sometime this week. He also said he might indulge in a root beer float (a weakness of his) when he was finished. I told him there's probably no better weather for it, and to go for it.