Overnight, the deer are back.
I just can NOT catch a break lately.
Look at my poor little Prairie Fire crabapple. Denuded.
The once lush and lovely Johnson's Blue geranium now bare stalks.
The September ruby asters were 2ce this height yesterday.
So were the phlox.
And the entire east side of this clump of sweet Joe Pye is gone.
There are days when I feel good enough to walk around and see how things are doing without me. Oh, the weeds are going crazy, but I try not to angst about them. Because up to now - we've had enough rain and things were looking good.
But now - it'll be downhill from here. I cannot protect anything from the d^amn deer. I had 8 years of no deer. Then the golf course cut, pulled and burned anything close to the ground so now the deer have overflowed into the neighborhood. It doesn't bother the nabes - they are not gardeners.
Is that my future? *sigh*