I couldn’t even write about it when it happened like 3 weeks ago because I thought the blog would be getting too redundant, but after our last replant (after the greenhouse blew over for the second time), we had put our only surviving plants on the picnic table, and I walked outside to find said survivors spewed across the yard and Spike chomping on the biodegradable pots. I really lost it and almost killed him, but Paul and I finally figured out a solution (5 attempts too late.)
A shelf. In the yard. Where the plants can get sun, and Spike can’t reach them. Success.
Rambulatory Ambulatory 