That is all I can say right now, “White Flies.” They have become the symbol for my November. If you don’t know what a whitefly is, this the the wiki brief http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whitefly.
They have devastated my garden. It is too late for lady bugs this year, so I lifted the leaves and really, really got in there with the soapy spray. But it really is too late for this year, all I am doing is preventing an even fiercer battle next growing season.
Life has been that way as well. Everything looks great and green one day, and the next everything has changed and I feel as wilted as my zucchini plants.
But it is not how many time we fall down, or how many times we get a result we weren’t seeking, it’s how many times we try again.
I am buying marigolds and adding them into my half dozen that survived from seed. Let’s see how this goes.
And on a better note, I met some other amazing nurses today at the hardware store who brightened my day, natures little lady bugs for the white flies attacking my soul.