Been gone for a couple weeks. Everything has been about its business and is thriving. But . . . the deer have discovered this little space. Apparently they have a taste for Collards and Cabbage and Brussel Sprouts and Swiss Chard.
They have not touched the Chicory or the Kale yet. It is so pretty still.
Likin’ some Swiss Chard. Guess they are balancing out their greens.
They are killing the Brussel Sprouts and it is not even cold yet. So what does one do when they are getting chewed on? One thing I have to remember is that a perfect garden is one that produces not some ideal symmetrical form only truly understood by Plato himself. I remember the initial vision I had for this place when I planted it. Sometimes it seems things don’t turn out like I planned. Really they usually never do. It is not even surprising anymore. Is it not true that many times it is the imperfections of a thing or a place or a person that makes them endearing, unique, singular? Perfection can be boring and lack character. I know that it is from the weird, broken, insecure, place in me that the best stuff finally emerges and makes me, me. I also know that this little place will still provide some delicious meals. The cool thing is that even when we get chewed on it will grow back. Be Groovy. 🙂
It all looks so wonderful.
The joy of seeing the graceful beings visit would be a gift to me. That I might feed them, as well as myself would give me pleasure. Sharing is interspecies. I think that Metalflowermaker put it best, plant some of the things that you don’t want, and they’ll munch more on them. Still, sometimes, you might do a bit of something in a vertical garden, which rises out of their reach. Gardeners will find a way.
🙂 good morning my friend.
I also keep a sacrificial hosta garden nearby. They love hostas, not sure if they’re poisonous to us or not, but the deer would chow down on my forest hostas and garage hostas and never venture into the brussel sprouts, spinach, kale, chard, arugula grocery store in the front yard. Of course, when in doubt I ask someone to help removes some from the area so I can eat them. Food banks don’t refuse deer and rarely have enough people interested in eating venison. I”m not supposed to be eating lean meets though Girlie is.
I used to hunt when I was younger. I have lost the desire along the way.
I have never hunted, but don’t have a problem eating meat at all. I think I would be thinner without it.
Deer gardeners are like blueberry pickers, they eat more than they harvest. Also, they are like helper insects they keep the small rodents away and do some selective weeding in the process that allows the increased spacing between plants to make your surviving plants’ roots stronger, healthier and you get better growth in the second crop. Hey you. It’s sunny today.
Good morning Sunshine!
Hey you! It’s not so dark in my head today, though it was earlier…
Kiss the baby for me
I will, she said, “okay!”
🙂
She likes kisses.
Good. Sweet girl.
sent a text then the phone went dead
Very cute. Made me smile
Me too, crazy dancing Girlie!
Perfection doesn’t exist. It’s all perception. 🙂
But there is a perfect kiss. Not in its mechanics or form but in its truth and how it moves the soul
You’re thinking of Hollywood kisses. If I had ever experienced a perfect kiss, then I might have considered every one thereafter to be… less than. No, it’s not the action, but the intent behind it that means something. Perhaps every kiss is perfect when it’s sincere.
But as I said, this is all perception — and even the two involved won’t necessarily agree on the same perception of perfection.
I think there are perfect kisses just like there is perfect art. 😀
Maybe so
You’re no fun to argue with… you give up too easily. (Just kidding.) 🙂
It was late and I was sleepy
If you let me pitch my tent in your garden I’ll shoo the deer away for you – but I’ll probably eat as many of the veg. as they do…
Man, I’ve been chewed on and out all my life and am still growing (mostly around the middle lately). A little trick I learned that helps with deer around my place. Sounds a little strange but try hanging a few CDs on fishing line about 2 to 3 feet above the ground and see what happens.
Thanks. I will try it. 🙂
She sits at the feet of the zen master and listens to what he says about what she can only label perfect imperfections. She immerses herself in the theology of it and how it applies not only to all others, but to herself as well. His acceptance of himself in what he sees as his own imperfections is a constant example to her of how one should love not only themselves, but their fellow man. That was a beautiful post…
Morning sunshine!
Glad to read you work with wildlife…it is their home outside. Wonderful garden.
Huh….good to know. Thanks!
Nice attitude, Plato, as always. You grow chicory on purpose?? It can really take over our hay field. What do you do with it? The root is so deep, it’s hard to harvest. I would love to know something good to do with it. Do you roast the root for hot drink? I’m glad you accept the deer. We do too. They never touch the chicory here either. Be well.
Mary
I like it as part of the mix of greens. Its peppery
Nice metaphor.
I don’t have deer here, my garden is raided by bunnies in the spring and squirrels in fall. I put dog and cat fur and feces around my seedlings and that works well for the bunnies.
I know some people plant smelly stuff around desirables. Like mint and chives and lavender around them. I’ve read once the deer find your tasties, they come back religiously. :/ Plant extra? lol
I’m happy for them. But they need to worry about my redneck roots. I know how to skin and butcher them if need be.
Word.