Murphy’s law would indicate that it was only a matter of time before nature got the best of me (or worse) in regards to my garden. . . a mouse family (small colony) has moved in to my garden bed, I can see about five holes in the surface and have identified at least one entrance that goes under the raised bed.
in a balanced world I could probably coexist with the mice, so long as they scurry away when I approach which I now do with a notable amount of noise and a few kicks to the side of the bed. I’ve tried to collapse their tunnels and have sprayed a considerable amount of this stuff that smells really bad to me and is supposed to smell even worse to the mice but still not a day goes by that I do not see a mouse. nor have I had a tomato inspection that does not reveal that while my beauties have gotten larger, without fail just as soon as they begin to change color the mice not only snack on them (multiple locations per tomato) they haven’t learned not to sh*t where they eat and leave droppings on the fruit as if to insure without a shadow of doubt that I will not be consuming nar a trace of my prized beauties . . .
did I ever mention that tomatoes are pretty much the muse of my garden?
so the inevitable is now apparent and “Jerry” must die. I’ll be putting out mouse traps (I’m guessing that I get my fingers smacked at least three times during this ordeal) and with any hope I’ll see an end to the thieves who insist upon stealing my summer glory. I’ll also be adding steel wool to the hole entrances and some mint too.
then what? well, if I don’t see the results that I need to see (tomatoes that are able to actually fully ripen on the vine and still be fit for human consumption) then this will likely be my first and last year in the community garden. I can’t see myself putting in all this work knowing that for the most part it will be in vain and I have little doubt that next summer they will be all the more comfortable with their room & board arrangements. however all hope is not lost, this year may still have promise and a small failure this year will allow me to plan and begin again next year in a better position for success.
for starters my tomatoes are planted very close to each other, this makes for a dense tomato forest that makes harvest a little difficult, cross breading completely possible and climbing all the more easy for mice. I used the square foot method and the plants are happy and thriving but I feel that this left my garden more susceptible to pests. I’ll still only have 32 square feet but I’m going to hold off on trying to grow peppers, this is my second attempt and I’ve never had much success with them. I’m also giving more thought to thinning the basil more, as luck would have it my lovely “pet basil” the lemon variety has provided an ideal canopy for the mice; but again this year has taught me that my girls really don’t like radishes, the carrots still aren’t of much size and who knows what the beets are doing. . . . so I’ve got some expansion room. I do like the beans and would like to plant them again, I’d also like a single, and I stress single, cucumber vine but in truth tomatoes and herbs might be the route I’ll take next year with little looking back.
for some reason I’m still optimistic that I won’t end up going all “caddy shack” and blowing up the whole place because of a few small (yet destructive) rodents. I still have my green pumpkin (a really large tomato that has yet to even think about beginning the color changing process) and I did snag a few kellogg’s breakfasts which now sit on my window sil finishing the ripening process. if I have offended you with this post and my feelings I do apologize, it does not bring me any amount of joy to know what my plan entails, I had truly hoped that methods to make them simply want to move would be successful.


my mind is moving at a rather quick pace and there is a lot of material being covered and I can tell you that the pieces of the puzzle are making a really nice image right now, only time will tell if they truly fit. so stay tuned, I feel a little quiet but really it’s because I just have so much to say that I’m not sure where to start and definitely don’t want to sound like I’m confused

change vs consistent
wow, this topic could be so in depth but in truth my inspiration came from lipstick. so many women walk around with a face from . . . I’m not sure, I guess their “prime”. the colors they wear today are the same ones they wore in their early twenties and in many cases they have a hair style to match
I’m not one of those women. I like to switch things up and while I may end up buying something that is very similar to something that I already have or have had at some point in time I prefer to try something new. there are a few exceptions to this rule which include hair and skin products, I’m open to trying new stuff but usually after I realize that my old stuff just isn’t doing what I want it to do anymore.
so today I broke my rule. one of my favorite lip glosses (MAC dazzleglass “bare necessity”) is literally on it’s last drop, so I walked to Field’s (okay, technically Macy’s) to buy a new tube. in truth I was looking for “roman holiday” but they didn’t have that one so I tried “get rick quick”, I liked it and bought it. but then I walked around with it on and while I will say that it’s a pretty color, I can’t say that I like it more than the one I’m finishing. so I did something brave, I admitted fault and returned it for the right one. now you may be thinking that the right one could very easily be the one that seems to be a MAC store exclusive, I don’t know. what I do know is that the one I have really fits the bill for a natural but sexy gloss that looks wet and seems to brighten my face. I also took a moment to view a few fall potentials ~ it’s time to take advantage of the Back to MAC program and get my free lipstick, I’m leaning towards “odyssey”. today’s other big thought (yes, it was a light day for me) was hair, I’m on the long end of my long/short cycle.
so I’m curious how many younger women are caught in the “old” make-up bag routine, do share . . .