Tuesday, August 20, 2013

It was bound to happen...

My husband warned me. I still planted the garden out front.  It increases my yields and looks so nice.  But it happened...and mama is not happy.

Someone sliced a zucchini from one of my plants and left half of it there.  Hmmmm.  Can someone please tell me what is wrong with people?  Earlier this year, we had an incident with someone cutting off every bud off my roses, just before they were ready to bloom.  I was livid.  I think we know who did it and she has moved out (she lived with renters across the street).  But I am really not sure anymore since this has occurred.  I don't know.  I really don't understand what causes people to go on your personal property and take something that is clearly not theirs.  What troubles me is that someone with a knife was on my property.  This was no animal...they are clean cuts from a blade.  I reported the first incident.  I wonder if I should report this?  Over the weekend, I was extremely sick.  My family was gone for most of the weekend, while I slept a lot trying to recover so my normal presence in the garden wasn't felt.

I felt much better this morning, but I think I overdid it.  I picked a load of veggies from the backyard and prepped some beds for fall.  I planted peas, and will work on getting more things planted once I feel better.  Here's what I picked:

The newest flock of chickens are starting to lay.  Two out of the nine are laying.  My zucchini (from the front) is going gangbusters...I really need to shred them and get them in the freezer.  I think with the cabbage, carrots, and eggs, I will make homemade coleslaw.  The carrots are just beautiful.  I cut the carrot tops off to freeze so I can throw them into a pot for vegetable broth.

After my stint this morning, I was wiped out.  I had gone to bed very early tonight with what seems to be a fever.  I am now awake blogging because I can't go back to sleep.  Ever since I turned forty a couple years ago, my health has been all out of whack.  I am seriously going to devote myself to getting really healthy and being kinder and gentler and more aware of what is going into my body.  It's a process.

I hope your garden is growing well and that no one is thieving your goodies (grrrr).  Blessings to you!


  1. My jaw was on the floor reading about how brazenly someone stole food and flowers from you! We used to have a front yard garden when I lived in Lawrence, Mass--as gritty an urban area as you can imagine. It was a city with crime, and we never once had anyone do something like that (although we did have a picket fence). Unbelievable!

  2. I was just as shocked. We think the "zucchini thief" might be a girl down the street, but someone used a blade. We just aren't sure. I can't let the ignorance and audacity of some people stop me from growing. I still have so much squash and zucchini so I won't sweat it, but my eyes are WIDE OPEN and I will keep a closer eye. Thanks for the support! Living in the suburbs, having veggies out front is very different for people to understand. It is a curiosity...look, but don't touch, people...haha. I'll just keep growing...maybe I'll add something very prickly!

  3. I have installed a couple cameras from Foscam. Lets me keep an eye on things, and individuals tend to behave like saints when they know that they're on camera.

  4. People sometimes do things without thinking about what they are doing or how it affects others. Let's keep an open heart for that soul, may they awaken and find a better way to live their life.

    Just discovered your blog today, not sure how I found it but landed on the chicken run. I'd love to have chickens but I think in my suburban city I don't have enough land. Other nearby cities do not have the same code that puts backyard chickens out of reach for 90% of the population.

    I'm looking forward to reading more of your stories. You have a delightful voice.


  5. It's nice to have cameras to keep people honest. It also keeps us from suspecting the innocent. This way you could offer a small zucchini plant for them to start a garden of their own, if you knew who it was.