|This bay laurel was in a pot so it really suffered. I transplanted it into the ground. If it rebounds from my inflicted drought, the frost may kill it this winter. Fingers crossed.|
|The strawberries look pretty sad too - and the few remaining beets.|
I noticed a squirrel hole close to the tomato plants, hidden under some bricks and the pumpkin vines. There was evidence of their thievery all around -- tomato remains. I took a shovel full of dog poop and dumped it down the hole and then shoved dirt on top. It hasn't reappeared.
Brett is doing better today. He has switched from Rx pain killers to ibuprofen. I imagine he will be gimpy for awhile - he doesn't bounce too well at 62. I don't think he'll be riding Flash bareback again. He can sit a spinning spook in the saddle but he didn't grow up galloping the hills bareback like I did, so his seat just isn't as secure or confident.
He did enjoy the lemon meringue pie. I made the meringue by hand with a whisk. My cookbook said you really should so you can whip it exactly right. Yeah, sure thing. My arm about fell off. It was very pretty meringue but not worth the arm cramps. Next time I'm using the mixer.