This is the first year that I have tried any sort of flower gardening. I usually stick to more practical plants, like vegetables, but having a more permanent home makes me want to gussy it up a little. Since this is my first year, I'm not having a ton of success. I have at least managed not to kill the rose bushes that the previous owner of my home planted, but I don't have much to show for myself beyond that.
Part of my problem is some sort of digging beastie who insists on unplanting all the flowers I plant. Almost every day, when I come home from work, my marigolds and pansies are somehow pushed up out of the ground with no evidence of the hole that they were once in. I started to get frustrated with this to the point that I started wishing ill on the little beastie, until I came outside one day to find out how adorable the little beastie really is.
He seemed to be lost and kept spinning around in circles, backwards, until I managed to goad him under some brush using a stick. His spins got to be so emphatic that he wound up rolling over on his back again and again. He was way too helpless and sweet to possibly wish ill on him.
I'm not sure that this adorable shrew was actually the digging culprit, but at least now I have a cute memory to make me smile as I pass by my dead marigolds.