But before I left, I flew the white flag of surrender for the zucchini. They hung in there valiantly, unfortunately they were no match for some strong wind from a passing thunderstorm.
It's been so dry I relented and let the horses graze in the back yard. Why start the gas-powered mower when the horse-powered mowers can do the work for you?
And it's time to be on the lookout for army worms. This guy was munching away on my tomatoes before I left. I came back to some chewed up leaves but no sign of the perpetrators (yet).
