Can someone please tell me why, oh why, must my A-number-one garden nemesis produce such cute offspring? And why, oh why, did she have to do it in my rock garden this year?
Mama seems to have a taste for Creeping Phlox flowers.
You should have seen these babies clambering up the rocks to get to Mama! It took each of them several tries. I may have exclaimed, “Awww!” once or twice, or a dozen times!
Sigh . . .