With apologies to Robert Frost, but the thing that doesn’t like walls also doesn’t like corn, or at least my corn. My poor little tween corn was barely 2 feet high and hadn’t even really reached adolescence before something tolerated the electronic gizmo I bought to deter critters — enough to chew the 3 remaining stalks down, plus one bean plant, one at a time over a number of days. Bahstid. I’m putting my money on one marauding rodent. I saw one slinking around at dusk the other night before escaping under the fence. If it goes after anything else, I will have bring out the big guns. I have no idea what that is yet, but that’s what Google is for. And I’m may be becoming one with nature, but don’t mess with my plants.
The thing that really gets my goat is the chewing and leaving it. I mean if you are going to ruin my garden, eat the goddamn thing. Don’t just chew the stalk through and leave it timbered over like a big eff you. Why did you chew it if you had no intention of eating it? Who raised you anyway? Go chew on all the weeds fer crying out loud. Not that I want you to actually eat anything, but it’s super annoying.
So now the 3 sisters raised bed is just 2 sisters and several stand-in metal poles. The beans don’t really care, the heartless bahtids, and the squash is doing its own thing. I guess in a way the bed is similar to a lot of human families. And the Indigenous people are probably getting a good laugh at the white lady trying to steal their idea.
But really I’m only complaining to be a gardening drama queen. Everything else is growing beautifully. I’m quite astonished and mesmerized by the whole thing. Here is the gahden in its current state of glory.