In which I ponder my garden, and discover my fear of bats.

In my mornings I love to roll out of bed, make the necessary coffee, and wander out to the patio and contemplate what I am going to do that day while sipping the necessary coffee.

Many days, it seems there are way to many things that need done, and I'm not sure exactly where to start. Today I was gazing over at my garden that Hubs and I started way back in April. This is what the garden looks like today:


I would like to draw your attention to the trellis which was meant for pole beans that I never started, the Lavender and Sage that are completely over grown with crab grass, and the pots of dead cherry tomato plants which never made it into the ground.

In my defense, this 'garden' was a hodge-podge of plants and weeds when we moved in last summer and the entire place was sooooooooo over grown that it was really over whelming. Words cannot describe how uncared for this yard was... well maybe neglected?

Now take a look at the far right at those beautiful eggplant babies! Hubs and I just moved them over there yesterday. They were getting squashed under the squash that is on the far left. Word around the area is that eggplant is really hard to grow. There are these bugs that just chew away at the leaves. I haven't seen them on my eggplant yet, but I did see them on my neighbor's and it does not look fun. Hopefully they stay away, because eggplant is soooooo yummy.

And now for my pride and joy: the squash, again to the far left. When Hubs and I were planting this garden we literally got into an argument on where to plant everything. I will spare you the details but we planted them 'his way' and they are all bunched up on top of each other, and despite their positioning they are doing quite well. I have already harvested two beautiful yellow squash(es?) and as my neighbor said it was the "Perfect Squash".

So this morning I decided I would pull a few weeds and make my garden look like I love it. So I went to get my gardening gloves out of the garage, notice how the door was left open:


And as I approached the door I found this:


It looks like a fuzzy blob, but it is a bat. A bat which I didn't get close enough to decide whether it was dead or alive. A bat which will be a welcome home from work present for Hubs. I guess I will not be weeding for now.