So, if you've read back a bit in my blog, you've seen that I have a garden. Well, I woke Saturday morning and was busy getting ready for the road trip to Fairbanks for the inauguration. My husband was going to run errands and so we said our goodbyes, and I watched him walk out the door. I started to go back to what I was doing when I noticed him walk toward my garden. I knew what that meant - carnage. Yes, that's right - the moose got into my garden. I didn't need to look because I could tell by Tony's expression it was not good. I couldn't look. I told him I refused to look, and went back to getting ready for my trip.
I haven't blogged about it because I was so upset, and was just now this evening able to actually photograph some of it so that you can see. I think I can salvage the onions and carrots, but the cabbage, beans and peas are a total loss. The zucchini is questionable. I'll let you look and decide for yourself.
AFTER (UGH, AGAIN)
On an up note, my topsy turvy tomatoes are doing quite well. Our summers are so short it's going to be a race to see if they get any size to them and start to turn red before the snow flies, but hey, gotta look on the bright side, right?? Here is my son Josh, whose 22nd birthday is today, next to my tomatoes.
A baby tomato - grow baby grow!!!!