They are eating EVERYTHING from tiny shoots to full grown perennials. They are in my shoes, on my windows, under the rim of every pot. I know all that rain last month helped the plants but I'm starting to think it was like some kind of super strength potion for the snails.
I noticed this little guy hiding out today which quickly led to the discovery of a couple dozen more. Hoping against hope that even though June was wet and cold that July's heat will help us harvest a lot of tomatoes this summer. Dreaming of caprese salads, heirloom salads, or just a sun-warmed tomato right off the vine.
Oh how I love these few and far between, somewhat sunny, not too rainy days like the one we had today, the kind of day when there is just enough good weather that I can't concentrate on anything inside and have to go out and get my hands into some dirt, especially when I am accompanied by my best garden helper:This year I gave Emma a raised bed of her own, if you look closely at the next photo you can see her casting dozens of seeds everywhere (as of today the radishes are starting to poke through the soil- in some really unique spots.)The only snail lover in the family.I truly do not know how she is doing it but Emma keeps finding carrots from last year in the ground (maybe I should go back and look at the photo of her seed casting technique for my answer...)Today we planted strawberry plants, peas, and have a few dozen tomatoes sprouting in Ben's bedroom window.
I love you spring, and especially when you grant me one of these sweet garden days.
I have been waiting impatiently for Spring. And just last week a weird weather front dumped a few inches of snow on top of our budding plants, plants that for the following few days had to battle high winds, 20 degree temperatures, and several inches of rain. But today the sun peeked it's fickle head out so I pulled out the rain boots and went outside with Emma in tow (who was giddy at being outside after several days of that aforementioned rain.) As I walked around dreaming of what I will be planting mere weeks from now my sweet girl hands me a bucket and says "Here mommy, I picked this for you." And I peered into that bucket only to spot the heads of the few daffodils that made it through last week.
My first instinct was to get upset. But I stopped for a moment, and somehow the laughter bubbled up inside me instead, and I looked down at that smiling face, so proud of the gift she was giving me, and gave her a big kiss.
Now trust me, I am not one to always go for the laughter first, and it took a lot of willpower to not lecture her about why we don't pop the heads off of all the flowers in the garden (note to self: plant a LOT of flowers this spring) but I am glad I was able to take a moment and hold back those words and instead share in her joy.
And I plan on placing those tiny, stemless flowers, floating in a very shallow dish, next to my bed, a gentle reminder that I always have the choice between laughing or getting angry.
Remember this lovely view of our garden from last year? You can read about it here:A little over a year later, a lot of hard work (thanks for the beautiful wall Dave),some replanted perennials and we now have this view out our dining room window: The birds are back, the squirrels are back, my gardening mojo is back. Off to make a glass of ice tea and contemplate weeding.
I have watched you ripening over the past week and was waiting for just the right moment to snap a photo of your red, ripe goodness on the vine.
Little tomato that I grew from seed in Ben's window, watered, fed, transplanted, protected from pests, a cold, wet June, a hot July. My sweet little friend, one of over 18 tomato plants out in our garden.
So imagine my shock when I went to photograph you in your glory, hanging from the outside of the plant, glistening beads of water reflecting the sun off your skin, only to find you gone. After cursing the birds, the raccoons, the squirrels, and the opossums, I had a sudden thought. I turned to Emma, my garden "helper", and asked her where the tomato had gone. She pointed to a small patch of grass and sure enough, there you were, stemless, baking in the sun, in danger of being stepped on, but you had persevered, and there you sat, perfect and red, ready for your close-up.
I am so very happy that this past Sunday afternoon turned sunny and slightly warm so Emma could have a chance to try out her new Hello Kitty boots (a gift from Grandma and Papa) for an hour. She found plenty of puddles and leaf piles to jump in, mud to get stuck in, and finished it off with a round in the sandbox (the lid wasn't on tight so it had a lot of rainwater inside, yuck, but this did not deter Emma...)She found a little rubber duck, he looked thrilled about taking a swim in the sandy puddles.
Yes giggle-box, it is ok if your duck says "whack-whack"...
This wet visit to the sandbox was followed by a quick play period in a bucket of dirt which was in turn followed by a long playtime in the tub. Sun is supposed to make a return visit tomorrow. I better go clean off some pink boots.
This is a rose that I nurtured all summer, bringing it back to life from 2 leafless stubs, then a bad case of black spot on it's new leaves, and for all that TLC I was rewarded this past week with almost 2 dozen sweetly fragrant blooms.
Love the mild beginning of this October that allows for roses to continue to bloom.