Chocolate torte: baked.

Saw a squirrel starting to climb a tiny twig of the new blueberry–which immediately broke–while pulling down the main cane to try to reach the buds at the end.

I yelled and stomped and ran and chased him off and put the paper bag over the blueberry’s head that it had come home from the nursery in, not sure what else to do. The handles stuck out at the sides and dared him to try that again. It was Something New and therefore not to be trusted for the first day and the squirrel stopped raising–no, lowering cane, even after I took the bag off a few hours later and put it next to the pot so the fresh air and sunshine could do the plant some good.

There are pop-up tent-type things with bird netting and the like that I could put over those two pots, once I buy one.

Everything keeps coming back down to the one-car dance. While I am at Stitches Saturday (thank you Sam!), Michelle will be car shopping.