the peaches that weren't

the baron and the husband have pretty substantial gardens at their home - both ornamental and functional. the baron particularly loves the fruit and vegetable plants - her philosophy is that, if she's taken the time to grow it, it should feed her. sweat equity and all that, you know?

anyhoo, it turns out the baron wasn't the only one awaiting the summer harvest... see the peach pits, picked so clean, above. the baron's best guess is that the squirrels (or 'greedy bastards', as she's taken to calling them) stripped the peach tree of its fruit (some 75 peaches!), even though that fruit was not yet ripe. the nectarine tree? also free of fruit. the plum tree, the apple trees? ditto.

now the squirrels, having denuded the fruit trees, have moved on to the tomato plants. with alarming frequency, the baron is finding half eaten pear tomatoes, still green, or golf ball sized silver fir tree tomatoes scattered about the yard. the baron wanted those tomatoes for herself, doused in olive oil and white balsamic vinegar, with chunks of white cheddar cheese!

yes, reader, she is angry.

damn those squirrels!