Concussion Alley...

I have this bed of onions.

The stalks flop over on their own eventually.

But the first year I thought a fat animal was lumbering through my garden, and having a good old time of flopping down on my onion beds, rolling it's pudgy little body up and down the rows, just laughing at the expression of horror on my face.

 

 

I was SO ANGRY at that imaginary animal.

 

Until I read that onions flopped over on their own; it's what they like to do.

So I got over my fluffy animal homicidal rage.

And now I think of my onions as the women portrayed in the 1800's themed Hollywood films, so pathetic that they just flop over at the slightest thing.

 

And that's fine.

 

But sometimes I step on them.

 

I used to know where they were, but when they got all weak-kneed and started passing out, I stopped noticing them.

 

And now I'M the imaginary large fluffy animal!

 

But I'm slightly less imaginary and a tad bit more destructive.

 

So I came up with this solution to keep me from crushing my onions!

 

I took the bird house gourds I'd painted and hung them on the tomato arbors that hang over my onion beds!

It's an obstacle course of "reminders." Or gentle concussions, if you will...

Because nothing helps you to remember, like a concussion.

But they're pretty anyway, I think.

 

 

How do you keep people (small children, am I right?) and animals out of your beds?

 

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