18 May 07
Invaded by Lagomorphs
My three-sisters garden is chomped to the ground. The corn has no chance: the second it peeks out, the cottontails are on it. They take bites out of the squashes and spit them out, but tell that to the poor squashes. I can’t plant beans till the corn’s four inches high, etc. Oh woe is me.
I sound like Fred. I may start sounding like Mr. Macgregor.
This is my entry for Illustration Friday’s theme, Signs. It’s far more polite than what I originally had in mind: let’s just leave it at that.