I love the challenge of gardening and have learned that Mother Nature is the ultmate teacher. Gardening successfully often starts with first learning what the plant doesn't need, observing why the surrounding plants are happy while the others are dead, and just refusing to accept defeat! So take heart that no ones garden is perfect and the best gardeners out there have killed a lot of plants! And if you've ever met a gardener who claims to have a problem-free garden, they're either highly medicated or lying.
The Usual Suspects
I share my garden with five shelter dogs rescued from a no-kill shelter. My ironweed (vernonia) has disappeared and a dog-shaped depression in the soil has taken its place... They are a tight-knit pack and rather mafia-ish in their refusal to admit guilt. Their mob names are in parenthese.
Genie (the Weenie) - beagle mix
I was asleep when it happened. I'm innocent!!!
Scout (Jr) - Genie's son - beagle/golden retriever mix
I was busy snuggling and sleeping. Go ask the soldier!
Lucy (the Noodle) - beagle/basset/golden retireiver mix
Look into my eyes and repeat after me: "It was the squirrels, I tell ya! Squirrels!!"
Baby (Momma Dog) - dauschund/corgi mix
Are you kidding me?
I am utterly disgusted that you would even consider me a party to such nonsense.
Chance (the Rat) - rat terrier
It was Genie!! It was Genie!! Listen to me! I'm in charge!!
Chance died in March 2012 from liver cancer.