Trudge, Trudge, Trudge, ZING

The deer came through at 1am this morning.  We know the exact time, because that’s when Layla barked and we said, “Quiet.”  She whimpered once and then curled back up on the bed, sighed and went back to sleep.  In case you missed it, we have taught Layla “Quiet.”  She is so smart.  She knew we would one day wish she wasn’t such a well-trained dog.

We know it was deer because this morning we found their “leftovers.”  They feasted on the rose bush (we’ve moved it three times to protect it from the deer), the young apple tree–the little apples are still clinging to their branches, but all the ends have been sheared off.  And the raspberry plot–again, pruned and devoured.

One gardening neighbor has given up and moved everything to potted plants on their second story deck.  Another neighbor is fighting back by planting only those plants that are “deer proof.”  No roses in their yard.  Another neighbor has strung DVD discs all over his garden, but with mixed results.  At this point I’m about to do what the logging companies do:  go for the bobcat urine.  A natural predator scent that deer flee from.  It shouldn’t take much, as we know where the deer enter the yard.  Now I just have to find the stuff.  It’s either that or encase my yard like a prison (my cousin has 12 feet high fence around their acreage), teach Layla she likes staying outside all night, or go the way of my assorted neighbors.  Looks like I’m shopping for bobcat urine.

Gardening is a little like life.  You do a lot of daily TRUDGING so once in a while you can ZING.  If all that trudging is always at risk for being destroyed by creatures who are simply meeting their own needs/wants/appetites, it makes it really hard to continue to trudge.  We all need a little ZING in our lives–a way of knowing that all our efforts, commitments, steadfastness, determination, sweat, and maybe even some prayers have some kind of pay out.

Be gentle with yourself and those that trample on your trudging and those who celebrate your ZINGs.


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