The Rabbits (?) and I agree…The colour purple tastes awesome!

An obvious downside of having ones vegetable garden, potager style, in the front yard is the lack of a fence. Or that’s the downside of mine anyway.

Yesterday I discovered a couple of the purple cabbage out front had been the focus of a feast for some unknown critter. I am guessing a rabbit because a couple of  weeks ago I witnessed a deer nibble on a cabbage leaf and then spit it out with a comically disgusted look on his face.

You have to admit whoever enjoyed the cabbage did a very neat job of nibbling it. That is probably a tell-tale indication for someone who knows the browsing habits of deer vs rabbits, but I don’t have a clue.

 

I don’t really begrudge the opportune feast. We all share this world and sometimes that means sharing cabbages. That said, I may not know who ate a couple of the cabbages but I do know who will be eating the ones that are left!

It’s harvest time.

Speaking of harvest and cabbages, another disadvantage to having vegetables in a front yard potager garden is that everyone can see you, should they choose to look.

I am desperately hoping no one was looking as I started my cabbage harvest.

I approached the first cabbage, grabbed its stem and pulled. Hard.

Nothing happened.

It never fails to amaze me how tightly those roots hold to the ground. No doubt a rabbit was lurking nearby snickering at my efforts. If she was, what happened next would have delighted her.

I redoubled my efforts and pulled harder, only to have the cabbage suddenly release itself from the garden sending me turtling over backwards onto my back, cabbage hugged to my chest and legs flailing in the air.

I scrambled back onto my knees and began peeling the outer leaves away from the cabbage head, trying to look nonchalant, as if this were simply the way I chose to harvest my cabbages and I had planned to land on my back all along.

I am happy to report that the rest of the cabbages were carefully pried from the ground with a bit more dignity.

Sort of.

After it was all said and done, last night’s menu featured the colour purple…and a few small purple bruises to match, as well as a slightly bruised ego.

No pain, no gain, right?

All worth it!