Three graceful fawns (is that the word?) just showed up, but -- sorry -- they simply refuse to stay together and say cheese for a picture. I knew there was some reason I planted that hosta -- and here I was getting ready to hire someone to weed!
As always, you're much more tolerant of the Bambi invasion than I am. Waving a broom and yelling "Git!", I just chased four deer out of the front yard vegetable beds before dawn yesterday. (Some of the neighbors think I ought to be riding the broom--but they change their tune once they taste the tomatoes. You'll have a fresh supply of cherry tomatoes on Saturday, BTW.)
As always, you're much more tolerant of the Bambi invasion than I am. Waving a broom and yelling "Git!", I just chased four deer out of the front yard vegetable beds before dawn yesterday. (Some of the neighbors think I ought to be riding the broom--but they change their tune once they taste the tomatoes. You'll have a fresh supply of cherry tomatoes on Saturday, BTW.)
ReplyDeleteGreat picture. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI thought of your aversion to hosta and figured you'd be pleased.
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