Gardening, Raccoons & Scallops

Matt has officially trumped every other good meal he's ever made. Skewered scallops won out. I forgot the rosemary chicken and gnocchi and basil buttered shrimp. Now I dream of scallops.







Meanwhile, the garden has shot up like someone jolted it with electricity. Bright green peppers and basil. Squash, okra, heirloom tomatoes inside prison-like fortresses.

Why all the chicken wire? Raccoons. Apparently, they love tomatoes. And don't get Matt started on how much he hates raccoons. The mere mention of the R word reduces my normally sweet, quiet, easy going hubby into a stomping fizz reminiscent of the dad on A Christmas Story. Hence... the chicken wire.

So far it's working. Fingers crossed.

And we've finally rerouted Mabel out of the cucumbers and cilantro. No more doggy feet crushing the peppermint and broccoli. And all it took was a cheap little plastic fence. Who knew.

And even though these flowers aren't edible, they may be my favorite part of the yard. OK, enough pictures of our plastic-fenced-chicken-wired garden. I'm off to beg Matt into making more citrusy scallops. Recipe to be posted later.