We arrived at the Country House Saturday around noon. Looked out at the garden & said "What the ..?".
From the house it looked like very large Dandelions had sprouted over several of the beds.
Upon closer inspection I realized it was newspaper, wet newspaper.
A few weekends ago I had stuffed newspaper in the concrete block holes in four of the beds. I had hoped the newspaper would help with the weeds. I'm planning on adding leaf compost on top of the paper, eventually. Hopefully before the weeds start to spring free.
But someone had come behind me & pulled up all the newspaper, out . of . all . four . beds. What the ...?
Upon closer inspection I see in the bottom of one of the holes, a cigarette butt. Why would someone pull up all that newspaper I had taken about 3 hours to painstakingly crush and put into each . and . every . blasted hole?
What had I done to anger someone so?
Upon even closer inspection I realized it wasn't a cigarette butt after all ....... It was Goose Poop!
Geese come and go all year long & apparently they thought there Must Be Something Good underneath all that paper.
Geesh, if it isn't the Beavers, it's the Geese. I stuffed it all back in, hoping they realize there isn't anything underneath & leave it alone.