I tend to get a tad behind on my outdoor chores – well, most of my chores – during the Spring. I intend to plant as soon as the threat of frost has past, but it never works out that way. Invariably, it is May before my beds are planted. Last year, Texas suffered through a summer of record heat with little to no rain. Watering restrictions were imposed and subsequently, quite a bit of my landscape perished. The only thing to survive and flourish were the sweet potato vines I planted in one small space. Being the lazy proactive gardener that I am, I decided that the sweet potato vine would dominate my landscape this year. If they survived last summer, they could survive anything. A couple of weeks ago, I marched myself down to the local nursery, bought several flats in three varieties, and proceeded to plant.
Yesterday, I came out of my front door and found this:
…and this…
…and this…
The culprit? This adorable little baby bunny who lives in my front bushes.
Note to self: Bunnies are sweet potato vine kryptonite.
Of Bears and Boating 