Sunday, July 1, 2012
Cracking the camel's back
Actually, that's MY back that is cracking. As in breaking. As in LAST DAMN STRAW.
This year I've battled heat and drought, chipmunks and cabbage moths, high winds and low humidity, thoughtless golfers and a wacko neighbor. I've stood up to Japanese beetles, carpenter bees and hornets on the deck. It's been hard. It's been draining. But I've stayed on the front lines throughout.
But now.... I'm ready to walk away.
I'd found a cropped plant occasionally over the past week or so. Looked like deer, but no other evidence (droppings, sightings, etc.).
But last night they came. And they ate. Lilies, sunflowers, zinnias, butterfly bushes, asters..... All flowers that I've babied along in this drought.
The veg too. (CLICK HERE)
I'm hot. I'm angry. I'm tired. I can't afford the 8' fences it takes to keep out deer. I'm not allowed to shoot them. And I don't want to invest in miles of electric fence. (How charming would THAT look?)
So I'm throwing in the trowel. There's just so much of me and I can no longer do it myself. I no longer have the stamina, the motivation, or the encouragement necessary to keep up the battle.
Why bother? In this heat/wind/drought nothing thrives anyway. I had scaled back expectations to just surviving this year, but the deer have made it quite clear that nothing I do will make any difference.
I'm tired of being the general AND the army. I'm not surrendering, exactly. But I think I'll have to just walk away. I may or may not be able to regroup. I'm just so discouraged.
Good luck to the rest of you.