New damage is found in my pea garden.
This is a new phenomena!
Twenty years ago, I put up a fence to keep rabbits from taking a bite, cutting my plants in half.
Years later, the chicken wire fence develops holes small enough for a vole to get through unseen.
The remedy: a better fence.
The vole comes hunting again as I plant more seeds but he cannot get through the new fence.
One year my peas are in abundance! I have a bad idea,
“I am going to eat them all and not share with anyone!”
The next day some insect burrows into the stem of the pea plants and suck out all the life. I believe God wants to stop the selfish thoughts. This teaches me to always give first fruits and tithing of my favorite plant.
I have not found a remedy yet.
I am thankful for what I get.
My doctor suggests diatomaceous earth! An interesting idea, I will try this year.
Weeding today, I really start to wonder
about so many dead pieces of pea plants?
I realize what is happening. My husband made a comment about watching chipmunks walking along the fence top. They must be enjoy my peas! At least they eat more of the plant then the rabbits.
Twenty years we have lived here without any Chipmunks getting into the garden.
I realize Grace died in 2021 and the neighborhood cats that took her place have moved! The problem is no cats hunting. The solution: another cat?
This is a picture of Grace looking for critters in the grass. The year after this picture, she lost all her weight and died.
Life has been so crazy for so many years we have no room for a kitten.
I believe things are coming together and we can soon think about getting another cat, who will hopefully control the chipmunks.
Peas are not just peas!
They are a reminder of my safe place: my grandma’s farm. The peas I grow are the same kind she grew 50 years ago.
Why do I write stories like this?
Life always has trials.
I don’t give up when my crop is attacked by a bug, but it is frustrating to find a solution to one problem only to have another one pop up! Sometimes I feel sorry for myself but I do get back into the fight usually in a day or two.
Every time life gets difficult I cry out for Jesus to help me! Often in my running and many physical tasks I ask for help by crying out,
“Help, Jesus, Help!’
Jesus does help!
My life has not been easy but God has given me the gumption to keep going and striving to do better and conquer the obstacles that pop up. He will help anyone who asks.
It is good to fight for things bringing joy.




