Hope springs eternal aka banging your head against a wall

We got a little rain this afternoon. It may save the things that the groundhogs have not eaten, like the leeks, onions, strawberries and blueberries. Remarkably the raspberries seem unconcerned with the complete lack of rain over the last oh, say 5 weeks. My "gardening" of late has consisted of wildly dashing about with a hose trying to resuscitate the fading rhodos, azaleas and various other expensive shrubbery. The groundhogs have luckily rendered watering the garden practically unnecessary. HOWEVER. After the rain, I raced out to the garden and put up the auxiliary fence. A short "rabbit fence" to hopefully keep the critters out. Of course, they will likely just begin to go under, being diggers and all. They have become quite fond of zucchini. The irony is that if they had waited until I had 4 or 5 zucchini, the novelty would have worn off and I would have happily contributed the baseball bat sized ones to the groundhog cause, but alas, now they are in cue to be snuffed. At some point. Not because of the garden but because they are tunneling under the house. We aren't keen on rebuilding the foundation to save the groundhogs. The are pretty stinkin' cute still though. It is hard. Luckily, I have the SB to do the really hard work around here. Like digging out the creek and snuffing the vermin.

The SB is out in Nelson County helping my Papa with a side porch renovation. He is pulling down sheet rock and uncovering the beautiful old siding from the house before the porch was added and the lovely rock chimney. All this to inform some drawings, all architect like, for someone else to build. I can't wait to see what he comes up with!