Treated myself to a selection of new plants a week ago, didn’t get
around to planting them out so they’ve been sitting in the laundry trough,
getting a little sprinkle each day to keep them going. Finally took them
outside yesterday, planted a few, left the rest in the barrow, and promptly
forgot to protect them. Evidence of interference was noticeable as I stood at
the kitchen sink this morning. The parsley seedlings which had been shooting up at a great rate of knots were unceremoniously chomped right down to their stalks and the whole punnet dumped on the ground, the
gazanias which had already started to flower had not been stripped completely,
but it’s obvious as soon as they go in the ground they’re going to be finished
off.
I’m not averse to sharing my backyard with the local wildlife, and over
the years I’ve managed to learn what is safe to plant and what’s not. The
gazanias were a hope that seeing as I haven’t had any growing for several years
the pademelons and wallabies might have acquired a taste for something else,
but obviously it was a vain misguided hope.
The parsley was destined for a pot near the back door so I could snip it
at my leisure while cooking, so that’s not going to work either. At least they’re
retrievable so will have to try pots above ground in the shade house. Here’s
hoping possums don’t also have parsley on their list of culinary must haves.
Fortunately, the vast majority survived the midnight raid, so by and
large, my plant selection must be on the right track. All I have to do now is
get them in the ground before the night time marauders return with their mates
for a second tasting.
Midnight snack
culinary delights
ripe for the picking
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