A friend suggested I call a local garden store for help with weeding the back yard -- it's overgrown near the bird feeders and I certainly can't do that bending down any more. So a few minutes ago I was on the phone, and talk about prompt service -- while we were still talking, a crew arrived.
The fawn, I'm afraid, didn't know the difference -- yum yum hosta!
This house is ten minutes from Downtown -- imagine if I lived out in the country!
I'll bet Meg, Lisa, and I can pull a few weeds for you when we visit next month--if, indeed, the ungulate grounds crew has left any to pull. And we won't even eat the hostas.
ReplyDeleteyou are gonna have to start checking for tics at this rate. Nice looking deer!
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