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The heat has killed the spinach, and all the bean plants except Rufus.
An unknown agent has uprooted the few remaining onions, which were ridiculously small. (Even odds as to Davner, checking on their progress or in a fit of frustration; Mark or Jack, in an Act of Zodling; or a small semi-tame squirrel who lurks around the yard.)
The tomatoes are still vigorous, albeit much smaller than tomato plants, especially the three indeterminates, ought to be. But none of them are producing any more flowers, and all the green tomatoes have been removed by Act of Zodling.
Acts of Selfsame Zodling have uprooted the marigolds so many times that only one's still alive.
I put my pot of fuschias in the front yard a few weeks back, because Mark was plucking the buds off. Unfortunately, there's not enough sun out there for them, so they're mostly-dead. I don't have access to a botanical Miracle Max, so I uprooted the most dead of the fuschias today, and transplanted the surviving marigold into the pot. I'll try sticking the pot on a sunnier portion of the front yard later, in hopes something will survive.
All the beans but Rufus are now in the garbage. They had biodegradable cardboard-like pots, but we don't have a good place for a compost heap, and leaving them out will encourage the Zodlings to make a mess. The uprooted onions and marigolds are also in the garbage. I'm going to put the empty long narrow planters in the garage later.
The tomatoes? Well, Davner talks of uprooting them and dumping the dirt somewhere in the yard... But there's really nowhere to put all that dirt. There's a couple gaping holes around the fence posts Terra Vista Maintenance put in when the old ones blew down. But they're not remotely big enough for ALL that dirt.
I emailed him this morning to suggest we simply stop watering them, and let nature take its course. Chase Mark out of the tubs as needed. When they eventually die off, uproot them, put the lids back on the tubs, and shove the tubs against the wall of the house. That will prevent Mark from making a mess, save the dirt for next year, and put the tubs in a place where Mark can't climb anywhere dangerous.
I am extremely upset with this turn of events, but there's really nothing else to be done.
Next year, we're erecting a chicken wire enclosure, or if the landlord allows and we're in one of the new housing units by then, we'll put the container garden on the front porch.
An unknown agent has uprooted the few remaining onions, which were ridiculously small. (Even odds as to Davner, checking on their progress or in a fit of frustration; Mark or Jack, in an Act of Zodling; or a small semi-tame squirrel who lurks around the yard.)
The tomatoes are still vigorous, albeit much smaller than tomato plants, especially the three indeterminates, ought to be. But none of them are producing any more flowers, and all the green tomatoes have been removed by Act of Zodling.
Acts of Selfsame Zodling have uprooted the marigolds so many times that only one's still alive.
I put my pot of fuschias in the front yard a few weeks back, because Mark was plucking the buds off. Unfortunately, there's not enough sun out there for them, so they're mostly-dead. I don't have access to a botanical Miracle Max, so I uprooted the most dead of the fuschias today, and transplanted the surviving marigold into the pot. I'll try sticking the pot on a sunnier portion of the front yard later, in hopes something will survive.
All the beans but Rufus are now in the garbage. They had biodegradable cardboard-like pots, but we don't have a good place for a compost heap, and leaving them out will encourage the Zodlings to make a mess. The uprooted onions and marigolds are also in the garbage. I'm going to put the empty long narrow planters in the garage later.
The tomatoes? Well, Davner talks of uprooting them and dumping the dirt somewhere in the yard... But there's really nowhere to put all that dirt. There's a couple gaping holes around the fence posts Terra Vista Maintenance put in when the old ones blew down. But they're not remotely big enough for ALL that dirt.
I emailed him this morning to suggest we simply stop watering them, and let nature take its course. Chase Mark out of the tubs as needed. When they eventually die off, uproot them, put the lids back on the tubs, and shove the tubs against the wall of the house. That will prevent Mark from making a mess, save the dirt for next year, and put the tubs in a place where Mark can't climb anywhere dangerous.
I am extremely upset with this turn of events, but there's really nothing else to be done.
Next year, we're erecting a chicken wire enclosure, or if the landlord allows and we're in one of the new housing units by then, we'll put the container garden on the front porch.
