My garden has begun to bear fruit and I have taken on the persona of Elmer Fudd, haplessly trying to detour the wildlife from the great buffet. I don’t have a bounty. The squirrels, rabbits and birds have seen to that. I’ve been able to eek out a few salads and have more spring onions than a family of fifteen (humans) could hope to eat. The plan is to pick a slew of tomatoes soon. Presently they are immature, green and hard. The varmints are licking their chops waiting for the first blush of ripeness. I’ll outsmart them, somehow.