Bastards ate all of my morning glory plants yesterday. Even the oak leaf weeds in the pot!

Evidence. Deer track.

In good news, tropical milkweed.

Goddamned Japanese beetles are going after my zinnias. They may have numbers and pheromones,  but I have a bucket of soapy water, fueled by unadulterated hatred. Yesterday’s kill: 18. The only Japanese beetle I like is a dead one, and I crush or drown every one I see.

Tree Dude came yesterday, too. This was how it looked at lunch.

When I got home, it looked like this.

He’s coming back next week to get the dead stuff and the stuff overhanging my Grey Stick and Cliffie Bush so they’ll get some sun.

I almost pulled it for ragweed, but thrn I looked more closely. I forget what asters I planted, but I guess this is one of them.

At 544, I couldn’t get Gaillardia to grow from seeds, or even buying plants. Here, my Gaillardia plants are doing well so far, and be goddamned if the ones I planted from seed aren’t going to bloom.

Fuck spider mites. The violets will recover–they’re technically weeds–but I nonetheless emptied half a can of Raid on these little bastards.