Garden life is good these days. I love looking at the things that, after all, came out well. A fence is protecting the salad, the chard and the carrots from the hens. A row of cow cabbage turned out to be... cauliflower! But regarding the green house I surrender. A mouse is my defeater, eating all the tomatoes just before they turn red. The mouse climbs up the stalks, puts its teeth in the tomato, and erodes it completely until there is only a thin shell left. We met one day, when I was watering the plants. The mouse looked healthy and rosy-cheeked, wiping his mouth with his paw. He, or she, gave me a triumphant look before running of. We both knew so well who the winner was.