Since I can remember, I’ve dreamed of my adult yard being a mix between the wildflowers of Miss Honey’s cottage and the junk garden in Harriet the Spy.

I didn’t expect that the first big step into the junk garden part would be because of a dang groundhog that has taken to eating my plants. They are notoriously skittish so we hung a mass of old cds that Joey brought home from cleaning out the basement for the owners of the home we rented when first moved here.

They had a concerning amount of Red Hot Chili Peppers cds.