But not mine. These are castles-in-the-sky gardens, egged on by the books I keep checking out of the library, with (lying) comments on how easy it is to make a spectacular garden space out of a handful of seeds, a few poles, and some binder twine... and how lovely the trailing branches of the lilacs are when you're running away from all the bees...
I don't understand. Don't any of these authors have deer?
Where, exactly, are these neighborhoods with the perfect soil and the half-shaded areas and the well-ventilated soft-packed clay?
They are nowhere near me.
This year, I thought I'd be pro-active. I already know that deer will eat anything
Wildflowers are beautiful. Not as much work. Hardy.
And then I remembered the lower field, where the deer happily munch all coloured blossoms like large, determined, deaf-to-my-screams-of-rage mowers - all except the goldenrod.
A goldenrod garden. Hmmmm. Rows upon rows of waving yellow, hummingbirds and butterflies flitting around, the sounds of birds chirping....
And behind that, the sound of everyone in my house sneezing.
Have there been any realistic breakthroughs in plastic flowers? Help....