As is my wont, I was cozily ensconced in the recliner one morning a couple of weeks ago, sipping my coffee and watching the Today Show, when a movement straight ahead, through the window of the spare room, and up in the woods caught my eye. At first, judging my the heft of its hind quarters I though it was a bear, bears being in the news so often. But no, although it was a hefty figure, it was the wrong color so the second thought flashing through my mind was that it was the Golden Retriever down the road who, on a couple of occasions, has escaped his yard to explore my woods. Then I noticed the magnificent antlers, it was a young male deer. But it was gone before I could right the recliner and grab my camera from my bag in the dining room.
I forgot about it until that evening when I went into the driveway to get a 30 lb bag of cat litter out of my car.
There he was.
Then I realized he was getting closer to the decorative grasses I’ve been nurturing for five years, so I proceeded out to the cat littler. It had little effect on him, but at least he changed his direction.
The next day, I took a look at the grasses, and decided they must not be his cup of tea.
Friday evening I had just parked the car when I was discovered I was being observed from the driveway next door.
Maybe it wasn’t my grass he’s interested in. Maybe he’s looking for a set of wheels
I love everything about summer but number two on my list, after going to the beach, is taking care of my garden. Like any mother I feed my plant babies and shop for them – delicious foods like fish emulsion and blood meal. I usually purchase these from Home Depot, but was in a hurry one Saturday and since I was already in Wal-Mart, decided to see if their garden department had what I needed.
Not only did they not have either, but I was somewhat dismayed to find that the products that supply plant nutrients were outnumbered by those that promised death – to insects, weeds, moss – you name it
and the Ugly!
I don’t know why but it troubled me on a deep fundamental level. I actually feel sorry for the weeds I pull. Now I was on a quandary, weighing the end against the means. Some people spray, I pull. It’s all the same to the weeds. Thankfully someone pointed out that I was protecting my flowers and vegetable plants because it’s a dog eat dog world, with everything sending down roots and competing for water.
As it turned out I could have left the weeds alone……. because the deer got there first. I went out to water one morning and suffered instant numbing devastation. I kid you not. I was late getting to work because it took me a while to break out of shock. Was my live and let live attitude being tested?
Remember my tomato plants and cucumber vines?
Back in July
They don’t look like that anymore
The tomatoes fared a bit better,
But they’re soldiering on. Wounded, but still nurturing their tomatoes.
And so are the cucumbers, bless their little hearts!
See the cuke (pickle) to the right of the stake.
This called for action, but not too much. The most destructive I could get was repelling them with the noxious odor of musty rotten eggs.
So far it’s worked. But the sixty-four thousand dollar question is……. Are they just waiting for the tomatoes to ripen?
People ask me how I come up with some of these posts. I’d never really thought about it but I guess one of my models is, or was George Carlin. Mr Carlin often couched his monologues in the form of a question. In honor of George, let’s get going.
My stroll through Washington Square and Madison Square Parks inspired a couple of questions.
Isn’t it next to impossible to rent an apartment or buy a coop in Manhattan if you have a dog?
Some buildings are more pet-friendly than others but even the most friendly usually have a two animal limit.So where do these people (and their three+ dogs) live? The only explanation I can come up is maybe it’s meant for dog walkers. If you’ve ever seen some of these intrepid people they’re sometimes calmly walking a leashed herd of six or seven dogs.
Isn’t the city supposed to be a concrete jungle?
So why do Washington Square’s lilies look like this?
And The House of Mars’s lilies like this?
Why do Madison Square Park’s ???? look like this?
And The House of Mars’s ????? like this?
Could it be I’ve hurt its feelings by forgetting its name?
And why do their hostas look like this?
And mine like this?
I do have an answer for this one. I have deer. They don’t!