Damn squirrels.
I bought six little sunflower plants at the farmers’ market on Saturday and planted them — more for Madeleine’s amusement than any thoughts of their actually thriving in our heavily shaded yard.
Monday we had five upright plants and one leaning over which I initially blamed on Dax and the dump truck. That is, until I picked the leaner over and saw its roots had been gnawed off. And a tomato plant was gone. Grrrrrrrrrr…….. Voles, said I.
But then I noticed a couple of squirrels looking drunk, frolicking about the golden blooms.
Tuesday, four sad sunflowers left.
Wednesday, three.
Today, no flowers, one stalk.
I think I need to break out my grandmother’s recipe for squirrel stew.
