Our blueberry bushes didn’t make it through this past winter.  I dug them out today.  The catbirds will miss them.  They raided them and almost cleared them off before I could harvest them last year.  After the conference, I’ll put tomato, eggplant, and pepper plants where they were.

     Two pots are ready for me to plant plum tomatoes alongside the house.  Another pot will hold lettuce.  I may try to squeeze a few more vegetables in among the flowers in the side garden.

     The rhubarb is ready for the first picking.  Oh boy, I can smell the rhubarb custard pie now.  The cherry tree up in the cemetery must be loaded with cherries again.  I keep finding cherry pits in my garden and the waterfall.  Thanks to the birds.

     If you feed squirrels, I am mad at you.  The danged squirrels are digging holes in my garden to hide peanuts someone is giving to them.  I can’t tell you how many I’ve tossed into the garbage.  If you are going to feed the tree rats, at least give them shelled peanuts.  That way they’ll eat them and not bury them.