Dave is in moose camp, so the dogs are being really naughty. This was the last cabbage I had growing in a whisky barrel by the green house. Of course, I checked on it in the evening, it was fine, then went to cut it the next morning, and the dogs had eaten it. Damn.
**Hmm, I must be in a really pleasant mood today, rereading my blog I've used crap twice, damn once, it was all I could do not to say we were moving "back into the frozen hell-hole of winter" and I wanted to call the dogs "shit heads" for eating the cabbage, but I try not to cuss on my blog. Good thing Dave is out of town.
Happy Labor Day, I'll be laboring in my garden.
September 2, 2013 Daylight 14 hrs., 28 min. 21 secs. Temp. H 59/ L 48°F