All summer long, Howard and I have watched our burgeoning chipmunk
population dine on tomatoes.
Ripe tomatoes, unripe tomatoes, big tomatoes, small tomatoes . . .
no tomato escaped their ravenous tiny selves.
Really. We were able to salvage one tomato from 4 plants.
So imagine my surprise to check out the mixed border along the stone wall behind the house,
and find tomatoes hanging on the vines. Unmolested tomatoes. Loads of them. Proof:
Even in the shaded lower portion of the border, there are tomatoes. And weeds, too.
My crop of weeds this summer was spectacular.
| Peek-A-Boo! These are the prolific heirloom tomatoes. The chipmunks loved them. |
So . . . what's up with the chipmunks? They are still scurrying around, still in and out of the stone wall
and their little holes they've dug in the lawn. Makes me wonder . . .
As much as I am looking forward to having fresh tomatoes -- finally! -- is there something
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See you on Thursday! -- Cass







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