My asparagus is wussy...even the rabbits don’t nibble. It comes up as little spears and feathers out before it gets any size on ‘em.
They’re pretty, though.
*Sigh*
Soil temperature is 54 F...too cold for planting beans.
Deadheaded the daffodils, Gypsy ignored the neighbor’s dogs, otherwise all’s quiet.
OB
Gypsy’s back to eating a little bit of fried rice but she’s still losing weight(sigh). I have a friend who got me a gallon of raw milk that I’m syringe-feeding her with raw honey (after I take the cream off, of course). Juliette De Levy swears by it and at this point it can’t hurt.
LSA