Ingies n' Things

I generally don’t mind sharing. In fact, I like sharing . . . makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I don’t, however, appreciate the type of sharing that results in the complete decimation of my garden.

Hey, you! Get your head out of my garden bed!

Yes, I’m talking to you missy!

You’ve been after those strawberry plants for weeks. There can’t be any left.

Your manners, by the way, are terrible. Didn’t your mamma teach you to say thank you?

Oh, you’re trading are you?  . . . taking strawberries, leaving piles of fertilizer . . . those rabbit droppings on steroids.

Gee, thanks.

That fence is so getting put up this summer.