I planted a fourth veggie garden on Sunday. Veggie garden #4 had lettuce, Brussels sprouts (!!), and broccoli. It’s my secret (shhh!) garden because it’s kind of hidden behind a tree in the corner of my urban farm. Even I have to duck under the tree to reach it — and I’m midget-like.
I didn’t have time to put a fence around the veggies on Sunday, so I did the next best thing — I gave it an extremely healthy dose of coyote urine. I even checked on it Monday, and everything looked fine.
Apparently, at some point today, the secret got out. And the bunnies got in. And when I went back to the secret garden after work today to put up a fence, I did a double take.
There were no plants in my garden.
I kind of wondered if I was in the right place. Maybe I’d wandered into someone else’s yard. Maybe I was stuck in some sort of bizarro world. Maybe my secret garden was a little too secret.
I only wish any of those theories made sense. I believe the true culprit is:
He even looks guilty. Like he’s getting ready to be cuffed.
Everything in my not-so-secret garden was gone. The bunnies even managed to eat some plant starts that were still in containers. I don’t know if the wind tipped the containers over or if they were tipped with bunny power — either way, I’m both impressed and miffed.
These used to have leaves. Before they became bunny food.
However, I’m going to put a positive spin on this. I just made a donation to the bunny food bank. I planted a nice little meal for them. This should give me good bunny karma for the rest of the season.
I can already feel the good bunny karma spreading joy to other areas of my life. After I re-planted veggie garden #4, I made a little tofu, broccoli, and spinach. My tofu’s expiration date was 7/11 — my birthday! I love the time of year when perishables are stenciled with my birthday. It makes me feel all special.
I hope the bunnies felt equally special while they feasted in my garden.