Maybe plants can read too!

When I started buying seeds and seedlings for the veg garden earlier in the year I decided that I wanted different varieties than the normal things you usually get at the shop. To that end I have collected things like both red and purple carrots, green grape tomatoes, red spring onion and golden beetroot among others.

Ages ago I also planted some purple sprouting broccoli. It has done one thing really well, sprouted.

The plants are thigh-high with beautiful big green leaves. Unfortunately, their sprouty green-ness had gone on for so long I wondered if anyone had told them that they were supposed to do anything else!

The other day I rearranged the tag on their row and they must have finally read it. I was very excited to see that over the next few days they all managed to summon up some of the ‘purple’ and ‘broccoli’ part of their name. Yippee!

If only some of the other colourful things were ready for picking, now that would be an interesting looking dinner plate. 😀

More interesting than the green variety!

Trapped Trapper. 1907.

The North Western Advocate and the Emu Bay Times 5 Dec 1907 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article65209624

As soon as I read this article I just had a vision of the bunnies holding onto the ears of William Thomas and laughing manically while he struggled. It sounds just the kind of end the bunnies might hope for a trapper to meet really.

Sadly for the bunnies I am on the side of the trapper at the moment, you would be too if you saw the state of my remaining tomatoes.

Yes, some of them survived the onslaught of huge hailstones I posted about the other day only to be munched on days later by a rabbit. I don’t mind sharing the veggie garden with the birds, they at least have the manners to wait until the veg show signs of ripening before they move in for the kill. That just means it is a matter of timing and me paying enough attention in order to beat them. I’m ok with that, it means nothing gets wasted.

The stupid rabbits though, well they just munch bits off anything within reach no matter how unripe it is and wreck it for both the birds and I. They haven’t noticed the lovely zucchini growing at the moment so I am off to the hardware tomorrow for some star pickets and chicken wire to fence them off before they fall victim to the evil chompers too.