The weekend had been warm and partly sunny. Signs of spring were everywhere. A golf outing for The Financier found us on the road north once again. The weekly visit to offspring Semi and her little LTB was spent out of doors for a change. Many blooms and some near blooms like these lilacs, Syringa vulgaris buds made for squeals of delight. The next day there was some catching up to do back home with household chores and fun at the computer. La la la la, we like to hum and sing while we work at the laptop sitting in the lazyboy facing the garden and deck. But lo! What is this?Brazenness personified! Or make that rodent-ified! Just a couple of feet from cats and human, oblivious to our shrieks of horror through the triple paned sliding patio doors, this thief, this dastardly devil helps himself to the black oil sunflower seed set out for our feathered friends. What noirve!, to quote our hero Bugs Bunny.Does he not see us? Does he not hear the clapping hands, stomping feet and voice yelling “Git!”? Apparently not.Finally he scampers to the concrete wall end by the daffodils. It is warm outside, nearly 80 degrees F. Is his belly hot? He tries various positions with his stomach flat on the smooth surface of the block toppers before heading for the nearest tree. But fear not, faithful friends.The newly reinforced fairy gazebo is safe and secure from marauding madcap diggers such as our belly flopping friend. Click here to read about The Sisters Squirrel who showed the same disregard for human pleadings around this time last year.The gate was constructed using the same rot resistant Chamaecyparis prunings from the Gold Mops. A loop was woven to catch the end stake to hold the door fast against interloping unwanteds.But the entryway opens to welcome invited guests. We feel sure that the fairy folk will be able to open the door to gain entrance to their special place in the garden and we will check often to make sure they have locked it back up tightly when they leave. We mothers know how sometimes forgetfulness occurs when little ones are in a hurry. This should be the end to the ravaging of the mossy floor in the fairy gazebo. The creatures of the fairegarden one and all can coexist as the flowers of spring grace us with their beauty and power.
This post is part of this month’s Garden Bloggers Design Workshop, gardening with wildlife hosted by the grand folks at Gardening Gone Wild.
My name is Frances and I am a lifelong gardener, having lived in various parts of the USA over many years. I am now gardening in USDA Zone 7a east Tennessee. From 2000 to 2014 I was gardening on a slope in a small town in Tennessee. I have been blogging about my gardens since December of 2007. Thank you for visiting!
The slope in spring
The slope in fall
The slope in winter
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Older Posts Of Interest:
The story of the day a throng of cedar waxwings descended upon the garden, shown in the header image. (2009)
An awkward title that explains about making those very tall asters, mums and others shorter by cutting them down by half in May. Now is the time! (2011)
A book inspires the growing of lilies from seed. (2009)
How ten lily bulbs became hundreds. (2010)
A rant about the mistaken thoughts of non-gardeners. (2009)
There was something hidden in the forest and we were lucky enough to be able to see it. (2011)
Dreams turn into reality, in a way. The Green Man/Leaf Man faces live well in my garden now. (2011)
A yard without a lawn. (2010)
A history of all of the faire gardens and a couple of choice tidbits about me. (2009)
Very difficult to only pick your six favorite plants, some of us bent the rules a bit. (2009)
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