I was sitting enjoying the birdlife from my front porch Thursday afternoon when I glanced at my side garden. Not more than 5 feet away was a stunningly gorgeous young buck (fuzz still on his antlers) browsing on a rose bush in the side yard.
So much for congratulating myself on having prevented our local deer herd from coming into my gardens. I’ve built walls with branch deadfalls, changed up my paths with gravel and sharp rocks, and planted herbs and fuzzy plants on the deer approaches. I watched this young buck avoid all these paths, and walk through a stand of mock orange that runs the length of my woodland garden.
So if you smell the horrid rotting stench of Liquid Fence or Garlic wafting through the ‘hood….bear with me….I’m trying to save your hostas and mine.