Well, today began with me on the sofa, sobbing into my husband’s arms. As you can see from the hoof prints in what used to be my green bean patch, there was an “incident.” The good news, the fucking deer like Marigolds.
|And just to make certain I could probably not save the poor little bean, the dog gamned deer nibbled on the roots. I hope it has a horrible stomach ache.|
|The lone survivor, found a few feet from the garden bed.|
|So, I found these little bright orange goopy balls in the cantaloupe patch.
What the hell are they?
|These were the twelve cantaloupe plants I raised from seed. I had it on the schedule to get them wired up today because they had gotten tall and had all blossomed. As you can see by the evidence, Satan hit this bed hard as well.|
|And this is the only reminder of what, yesterday, was my sweet pepper patch. I could not even find the stalks of the other nine plants.|