I'm trying not to take it personally, but something is determined that I shall not be reaping the benefits of growing my own this year. I've got a feeling it might be a squirrel with a mean streak. I glanced out of No2's bedroom window a couple of weeks ago to see a rather fat one sitting in amongst my strawberry plants looking pleased with himself. I can count on the fingers of one hand how many strawberries I have actually eaten from my patch. Obviously, onions aren't quite so appealing to eat as they get strewn around the garden instead.
Luckily, the blackberries that are ripening on the fence at the bottom of the garden seem to be out of reach for my little furry friend and I have been picking a bowlful every other day and freezing them ready for when my Mum's apple trees are ready to be raided.