WTF Is In Our Yard: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE (actually, two)

 

the winner of Survivor

I'm a bit of a hobby gardener. And, by "hobby," I mean the kind where you get a wild hair up your ass one day that you're going to make your own clothes, so you buy a fancy sewing machine and yards of fabric and spend too much brainpower picking out buttons and then, 2 months later, everything ends up shoved in the back of a closet and the only thing you have to show for it looks like that shirt Denise made for Theo on The Cosby Show.

We planted this Elberta peach tree in spring 2023. And by "we," I mean our lawn guy. Last year, all 7 of my adolescent peaches were stolen by squirrels. This year, it started with about 30 or so fruits and, of those, only 2 made it through the onslaught of windstorms, peach leaf curl, those damn squirrels, and the introduction of a tree-climbing groundhog.

Until this year, I had no idea groundhogs could climb trees. They're called groundhogs for a reason, so I assumed they stayed on the ground.

I ended up picking the last 2 peaches to save them from their inevitable squirrel snack fates. I didn't have much hope because they were still a little greenish but they ended up being delicious after a couple of days on the counter.

Yay, me!

I'm now declaring myself a farmer.

pour one out for these homies that didn't make it