This morning, I brought the grass container inside so that Louie the Cat could graze.
After Louie ate Lily earlier this summer (click here for blog), I grew a plot of rye and wheat for Louie's dining pleasure.
It sits on the back porch, next to the containers of basil and spinach. Once it grows several inches tall, I bring it indoors and present it to Louie.
Over the course of a few days, he grazes it down to a few inches tall.
Then I take it outdoors where it grows again. We've repeated this process three times in the last month.
If only the rabbits could graze like him.
This morning, I went to water the lettuce I planted a few weeks ago. When I reached the spot between the asparagus and parsnips, I stopped.
Where was the lettuce?
I oriented myself -- a necessity when the sunflowers and tomato plants are taller than me.
Yep, I was where the lettuce was supposed to be. Kneeling down, I examined the ground and found little green stems even with the dirt.
I will have to plant again... or learn to love wheat and rye.