Join Me in Snarkville

The saga of Frankenhouse and the garden continues.  In this week’s installment, I offer you the fact that we add to the ‘charms’ of this lovely, overgrown, rose bush (with all the thorns) blooming, pollen overload, hummingbird loving outdoor living area that we have moles.

Oh, yes, at least we think that they are moles.  I’m hoping for moles — not that it makes it any easier to get rid of them, but for some reason in my little brain moles are handleable and not nearly as gross and scary as say “sand burrowing mice,” ok? (more…)