One Red Geum

 By Maryanna Gabriel

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight and his
 punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."
        - Oscar Wilde

Time being of the essence, I booby-trapped the doe's last point of entry. Ted Kaczynski would have been proud. It's an arrangement of graduating obstacles. Last night I woke up to a racket and flipped on the outside lights, it being the dead of night. She'd had a tangle with the rubbish bin laid cunningly alongside the first gate, and as I peered into the dark void, I could hear the crunching of dry leaves as she bounded away. Good. I hope it scared her. Wish I could invent a balooga horn going off when the bin gets tipped. 

Returning to bed, I tossed and turned and woke up dreaming about a famous person we all know walking in and out of Hades. Great insight, now how about the reverse? This morning I was before dawn, nervously staring at the garden, then inspecting the premises. She has been so aggressive I cannot discount a new plot point of attack.

But nothing. All was well. Relief. So this takes us to day three without a  break-in. The honest to goodness truth is that there is tiny cucumber making progress, and I even picked two strawberries. Am posting a photo of the one bravely emerging red Geum.