Critters and other stuff

Harvest time is always nice.  The few tomatoes that managed to set and ripen have been good, and I've actually gotten enough for slices on tomato and bacon sandwiches (one a day - I limit myself!) and to freeze half a dozen quarts for winter soups.

The melons have been ripening enough to get one every two or three days.  'Petit Gris de Rennes' - the frist year for this French Charentais - has been more prolific than last year's favorite 'Savor' (which was also a first for any canteloupe in my garden, never mind French Charentais).  They're also bigger and earlier to ripen than 'Savor'.  All of that would allow it to displace 'Savor' in the garden except for the fact that it's not quite as tasty and sweet, and the ripe flesh is not quite as firm.  It's a good second best, though.  Next year, I'll try a third Charentais ('Escorial') and decide between it and 'Petit Gris' to plant in addition to 'Savor'.  If I only planted 'Savor', I'd have to plant the whole garden in melon to get enough to harvest.

Surprise!

Silly little guy.  Fortunately, I've not had any more raccoons tearing up my garden.  I did see a huge groundhog strolling through the yard one day, and he was perhaps one of the critters who gets to my melons when they're almost ready to pick.  But I imagine this little possum is in on the game.

Since the possums don't tear up everything in sight like the raccoons, I decided it's not worth hauling them off, so when I trapped this scroungey little thing, I opened the trap door for him (or her?) to run off, but he wouldn't budge.  So I propped the trap door open and went on about my business.  When I came back forty minutes later thinking he'd have figured it out, he was still sitting in the trap, facing the door.  I squirted his behind with the garden hose, and he reluctantly left.  This was the same possum I'd trapped and released a few days earlier, but who'd eventually left the trap on its own. 

The next morning, he was trapped again!  Same story: He wouldn't leave when I opened the trap door.  Again, I propped open the door, and when I came back, he'd curled up and gone to sleep!   I think he might figure if he waits around, that tin can will magically contain cat food again.  Either that, or he has Stockholm Syndrome.  This time, I picked the trap up and shook him out.   Still no raccoons, so I put the traps away.

My air layering to clone roses hasn't been a smashing success.  They developed roots, but after potting them up, they eventually died.  The 'Julia Child' clipping that I stuck in some potting soil to root, on the other hand, made it and actually has put out a little rose.

 Out in the yard, where there was one large toadstool last year, this year there are three.  These guys are 8-10 inches in diameter when they're fully open.  I'm kind of a fungus nut, although I never bother to find out what kind they are. I find all the various types fascinating.

 The snack peppers are finally ripening.

 

 And the cowpeas are flowering.

Till next time.