Sometimes I wonder, why I think I can have a garden, outside a fence.
This is partly my fault. Instead of putting veggie scraps in the compost…where they forage it out, anyway….I threw it out in the grove…a little farther from the house.
It didn’t take long for the word to go out…’There’s food and drink, over there at Patchwork Garden.’
These are our ‘regulars’. But, they don’t usually come all at once. I think Mr. P. counted twenty six.
Oh, well…..we just have to learn to live together.