Sackcloth and ashes, sorrow and desolation...
So, maybe not THAT bad, but very, very bad. I planted 350 crocus chrysanthus bulbs last Fall --most in a new bed. And the squirrels? ate/stole almost all of them. Of the 50 Crocus tricolor bulbs, TWO came up. And then one was eaten. I had a few patches of assorted crocuses in another bed and we came home last week to find them beheaded and some pulled out of the soil. And then it was hyacinths --bulbs lying on the ground with their tops bitten off. A Heuchera pulled up out of the ground. My beloved Hepaticas had their furry, silvery new stems and tiny unopened buds chomped. Even my wintergreen plants were browsed to the ground. There are holes everywhere and I don't even remember what should be there. Waaaah. And I thought planting shrubs was hard. I'm not sure I have the strength to be a perennial gardener. (They're supposed to be PERENNIAL --it's right there in the name!) Every morning a new horror.
So now I've got pinwheels everywhere. (Thanks to the gardener here who mentioned she has them in her garden. I can't remember who. pixielou? gardenweed? Who uses pinwheels?) That one, tiny remaining Crocus tricolor is now flanked by two giant pinwheels standing guard. I'm really not one for garden do-dads --at least not a dozen spinning pinwheels, but they seem to be helping. And I'm thinking of planting Fritillarias because their bulbs are supposed to smell like foxes and should deter hungry critters. So one Fritillaria for every dozen crocuses?
While I love this early Spring, my garden has become a smorgasbord for all the hungry critters. I'm the only buffet in town.