Houses To Let

This day has been weather-wacky--it began quietly with grey sky, then fat snowflakes combined with strong winds bordering on white-outs. An hour later, the sun is out, the sky is blue and the snow is receding from the roads. Another hour passes and we begin the madness all over again.

March is  an ambivalent month.

The bird houses are ready and waiting for summer tourists. Mind you, it has never happened but I continue to dream. There is a ragged edge to one doorway where a bored squirrel took to whittling.

Those are mirrors on the back fence between the raised beds and the birdhouses.In a couple of months there will so much greenery you will only get a glimpse of the mirrors.

Let the fun begin.

The Garden Etceteras

I had high hopes that birds would set up housekeeping in the little houses on the fence. A sparrow peeked in once; have you ever seen a sparrow snicker? Well, he did.
Some creature gnawed on the entrance to one house so perhaps a squirrel was momentarily distracted--or teething.



I placed an artful assortment of watering cans upright on on this hanger but the squirrels made a game of knocking them to the ground so now they are tucked in spout-first so the rodents have to find their amusement elsewhere.



Water barrels aren't pretty but such a life-saver during the dry times.



Alas, the season was too dry for my acorn squash to develop. Next year baby, we might have just the right amount of rain.