No, we did not fall off the face of the earth. No, we have not been buried under rabid rhubarb. And, no, we have not been covered by crapping camellias. Although, the camellias are still crapping all over the potager, and the rhubarb really does seem to be on steroids. The Wenches are still here, but we've been having some woes.
Despite Diva Dog's best efforts at guarding the cloches, slugs have been eating our salad greens. But they've left enough for us to be able to get our first taste of spring salad greens, complete with baby radishes. And there was a lovely picture of said salad to go along with this post, but due to user error it got deleted. Oops. Sigh.
Worms and viruses have been wreaking havoc with our computer. It was running slow as molasses, and something was hijacking our browser. We'd click on one link and end up somewhere else, far from our original destination. Wing Nut has been working her day job at the nursery and then coming home and burning the midnight oil late, running all manner of scans looking for malicious programs, viruses, and spyware. Work at the nursery is exhausting this time of year, so much so that they are thinking of having t-shirts made that say "I survived Mother's Day!" The computer troubles are downright maddening -- there's a whole lot of nasty stuff out there in cyberspace! So now we're functioning again, but something still seems not quite right.
And through all the craziness, the critters remind us of what's really important--enjoying a nap in the sunshine.