More bad news on the deer front this week. Last night’s conquest—an until now untouched shrub—was so violently ravaged that out of respect I feel like I should cover its snapped branches with more than deer netting.
I spotted the prong-horned culprit and his gang of thieves as I pulled into the driveway at the end of the day. They were lurking across the street on the edge of the open space ready to chow down once I’d retired for the night. I figured I’d outsmarted them by applying “Liquid Fence” earlier in the day to the areas they’d attacked before. Instead they fooled me by going for the unprotected shrub they’d ignored before. Well-played Bambi. Well-played.
A tour of the fenced back garden lifted my spirits, however. We have a bumper crop of Sun Gold tomatoes and these black stemmed dahlias are still going strong.
That’s the nature of gardens. They can break your heart in one quadrant at the same time that they’re melting your heart in another. I’ll just have to keep fighting the good fight out front while enjoying the blossoms out back. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to go apply another round of “Liquid Fence” before the sun goes down.
Here are some other things I tried to watch out for this week:
“Difficulty often becomes an engine forcing intimacy between a book and its reader; that expenditure of effort and attention becomes a kind of glue.” Author Leslie Jamison on the value of tackling inaccessible books.
Charming video on how to age gracefully.