The annual invasion of deer has begun.
It was really a joy to have a vegetable garden the first year I was living in my home. I enjoyed the fruits of my labour and ate out of my garden from May to October. I had so much produce, more than I would need, so I was delivering a basket of produce every week to the soup kitchen.
The second year, word got out to the jungle! Between the deer and the rabbits, nothing flourished. So much for my guard dog.
One day, I was so mad, without regard for my own safety, I chased the deer around and around my yard, yelling at them. The neighbours probably found it entertaining. My dog certainly did. My sweet Odin just laid there on the porch with his big head on his paws and watched the show!
I chose not to have a vegetable garden this year. Much as I wanted to know my food source intimately, my fenced yard appears to be no deterrent and my Odin is now in Heaven. Not that he had provided much assistance!
I am still not up to much gardening. So I planted several petunia plants in pots for a bit of colour. Deer don't like petunias. Hah!
They were looking absolutely stunning. A beautiful wave of vibrant purple overflowing the pot. I would smile every time I looked at them.
Not this morning!
Every leaf of my struggling rose bush. Gone. Every flower of my deer resistant petunias. Gone.
I am usually a pacifist. Truly. I don't believe in hunting, unless it is your primary food source. But, venison stew is sounding pretty good right about now!