Life has not been easy for the baby plants in my raised beds. The local cats have very much appreciated the soft and bare soil and many mornings I have found shallow pits and disrupted seedlings. I think I have come up with an organic and simple solution. Can you see the holly?
Three nights in and it seems to be working. The labels are statements of faith as m never convinced that the tiny, wrinkled seeds that disappear into the soil will reappear as plants.
I often find parallels between the garden and my own life: as I clear ground and plant new ideas and wonder what the fruit will be. Sometimes I forget what I've planted, and how growth can take place all by itself without me having to worry about it. Two years ago I got some free plug plants and placed a honeysuckle at the end of the garden. And then I forgot all about it. It has struggled on, along the ground, and on Saturday I rediscovered it, twined around the grass and barely distinguishable from the surrounding wilderness. I carefully extricated it, cleared the space around it and supported it up the fence. I am amazed at what a vigorous specimen it is, despite the neglect and lack of sunshine.