Working in the garden gave me great pleasure, but oh, boy, I some days used some pretty wonderful language when my crops were destroyed by the many pests around. I had a new phantam destroyer in my garden, as this thing came out only when my wee squashes, butternuts and other pumpkin family members start forming behind the flower, and poof, they all disappear! Eaten up by this thing that I just can not find. I knew that it wasn't snails, as I had put some snail bait in the boxes, and they expired at the rate of about twenty a night, and no peacock can eat away the small veggies so neatly!
Then one very know-all gardener told me to look underneath the soil, as there is one humongously big catterpillar family on the loose, and they hide just beneath the surface of the soil. I spend ages delving around the boxes, and unearthed all my plants, but could find no monster worm.
So most of my days are spent thinking up plots to keep my fruit and veggies safe from all the pests that were trying their bests to ruin all my hard work, and I could see that at the rate this was going on, I would have nothing to can or freeze for the winter. Every new plan seemed waterproof to me, but it usually took about three days for the little horrors to get behind this, but at least during the time they were trying to figure out how to get passed my newest obstacles, I could harvest some strawberries and my squashes and stuff got a chance to get beyond the phoetal stage, and this phantam thing did not like toddlers!
I am heart broken, as when my previous computer crashed, I lost all my photos. That of course means all the photos I took of the baby Emil since the day his mum died and he came to me, at the age of five weeks! But my son took the laptop away, and will try and get the photos back.Jan has lots of photos of him, but none like the ones I took of him doing all his developing into a human being! I hope it can be saved, as it would be a great loss to me.
He is developing into the most gorgeous little brat, always on the look-out for mischief, and the poor Berty, his nanny had her hands full to keep him safe. Jan was a bit upset with her, as she was told that Emil only got three bottles of milk now, and at eleven when he went to sleep, she had to make rooibos tea for him, but he caught her putting the child to bed with a full bottle of milk. She tried to hide it when he came into the room, and now we were worried that she might not be as trustworthy as she should be. I told him that I would give her a talking to, which I did, and we hoped that the fact that she disobeyed and got caught would keep her on the right track.