When I gentleman sauntered by on his bicycle, I yelled out: Are you a big strong man? Of course, he said. So I asked him to help me dig out this nightmare. In about five minutes James had tripled the size of the crater in my plot. I had to move the pepper seedlings and hope that the leeks and chard seedlings that he stepped on would recover. However, despite digging such a large hole, we still could not find the end of the rebar. He asked for a hammer and I gave him my garden hammer (which I found literally in the intersection of Main Street and James Road about 10 years ago) and he pounded the cement off the rebar and then pounded the rebar flat. He was very complimentary of our soil in the meantime. I never carry cash to the Garden, but he declined our fruit and greens. Thank you James.
After they left, I wondered by again while getting water and saw that the resident groundhog was munching away on a dandelion in one of their long raised beds. When I approached it to see just what it was eating, it bounded across the other raised beds like it was running a hurdle track meet. Anyone who thinks that raised beds will deter groundhogs from eating their produce hasn’t seen how easily this fellow leaps up and across them. I didn’t realize that they could move quite so quickly. Before I left, I added more bricks and stones to plug the holes under the chain link fence separating the SACG from Kimball Farms and that groundhog. I need to add some chicken wire under the gate, too.