Deer, deer, deer. Daddy Deer with antlers and spotted fawns tagging behind him, no less. The entire Deer family. In my backyard. Grazing on whatever catches their eyes--Grandma's rose, Neblitt's blueberry bushes, Parker's Whopper tomatoes, stringbeans, cucumber vines. I'd show you a photo, but it came out too blurred. If your glasses fog up and you can't tell your camera is set on close-up when you're taking a picture from across the yard, well....
The forensic evidence is in:
hoof prints----------------- and I wonder why my cubanelle pepper grows like it's doing the limbo. Yes, that stem is parallel to the dry earth.
dental imprints--------------tell a trained investigator age, sex, species, size and social security number. I, however, am not trained. For all I know this could be the work of a raccoon or the devil. What, I ask, is the purpose in biting this exquisitely perfect fruit without consuming it?
We're gardening on 1.02 acres on a sunny plot near Lake Wheeler. We are 2 avid gardeners propagating, planting, growing, collecting and otherwise enjoying a yard full of Japanese maples, daylilies, dahlias, assorted specimens of trees, shrubs and flowers and a small vegetable plot.
My favorite t-shirt says: "Eat. Sleep. Garden."
One of my purposes in writing this blog is to keep my friend Judith--who is a city girl with a huge gardener's heart, but no sunshine in her yard--updated on the progress of the tomatoes that hopefully will come her way.
tell a trained investigator
If you ever need another job - you could always be a PI!!!!!!!!!!!!
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