This guy has been getting into my garden and feasting on all of my spring goodies.  Hopefully the new fence, sprayed with an extra dose of invisible fence for good measure, will deter him from now on.

My first paid job, not counting babysitting, was picking cherries.  As middle schoolers, my sister and I would ride our bikes from our little town just outside Maastricht, in the southern part of the Netherlands, to the town to the north of us and spend all day picking cherries with the sisters who lived next door to […]