–I planted the second half of my corn. I’m not feeling so distraught over the issue of whether the second half of my planting comes up.
–A greater calamity has befallen me. I was so brilliant as to mention earlier that I would go ballistic if a deer chomped down on my precious baby apple tree. That nasty deer must be sitting at some computer up in the woods, reading my every entry, because shortly after that post my little tree was ravaged. Stripped most cruelly of branches and leaves.
An outrage. Why don’t they allow machine guns during deer hunting season? The deer population isn’t low enough by half. (I make light of the situation because there is little I can do now that the damage is done to my tree. Laugh and live with it–isn’t that the gardening life?)
Seriously, I think the deer problem around here is especially bad this year. Cynically, and unrealistically, I suspect that the deer can smell a $30 apple tree a mile away. The fully grown apple trees have a massive profusion of new growth (it’s been a great wet year) but the stupid deer had to chomp on my teeny little one. A conspiracy.
If no more deer come and chew on the tree it might just survive. Whoops, shouldn’t have said that.
In case any deer are reading this post they ought to know I might just get a hunting license this year. In fact, if I see one of them standing out in the back yard I might decide being a law-abiding citizen ranks very low on my list of important things, and I may just shoot.
My sympathies on your little tree–I’d probably have shed tears, even though I know deer have to eat something. I’ve been looking for a gardening journal like yours. Thanks for taking the time to write.