Dear daughter stopped in tonight on her way home from work and as the three of us were chatting in the kitchen, she glanced out the window down toward the blueberry patch. She noticed movement in the bushes and said she thought there might be birds helping themselves to some almost ripe berries.
Papa Pea went out and as he got closer to the area, about six crows flew up out of the bushes. Oh, blast and dang.
Well, that meant only one thing. We had to cover the bushes if we were going to get a blueberry crop for ourselves.
The rough ground you see in the foreground is an area we're working up for more planting space. To plant out to feed the wild birds and assorted critters. Not.
Bless our daughter's heart, she stayed and helped us get a covering of Agribon fastened down over the whole patch.
While we were in the process of doing so, a
I know it's all part of gardening, but these little frustrations are really . . . well, just that. A frustration.