We walked around the yard yesterday. There’s chunks of dead grass in the front under the hawthorne bush (Bush Must Go! Bush Must Go) from the actions of voles. There’s dead grass in the back (looks like moles). There’s a hole back there something dug – probably a toad – behind the star magnolia. Voles and moles and holes. Oh my! We’re calling somebody to come out and do something. Blech. Meanwhile, the rosemary in the “herb garden” didn’t make it because I didn’t mulch. The rosemary next to the house (big clue here, near the dryer vent) made it,…