It's fine that it's raining. I don't have to schlepp water to my poor deer-threatened flowers. That darn lonely deer that thinks my garden was made for it, keeps coming around. Yesterday I yelled at it, chased it into the woods in back, and it only ran a few steps as if to make fun of me. Only when I threw sticks in its direction did it deign to move along. I can't throw worth beans. Or I can throw, but not hit anything. So the deer was in no danger.
Yesterday it was there again. And we played the same game. I bought the expensive deer-off, since I'm tired of making my own and I want to see if this last longer. According to the bottle, it's supposed to last three months. I don't think so! Don't plants grow in three months? Won't there be new growth? Not protected by the deer-off?
Anyway, I had this pretty new rose bush, with flowers already on it, I planted it, and the deer snacked on the flowers as if I had put a salad out for it.
It was great sleeping the last couple of nights. Cool, cold even. I have switched to the summer quilt with just a sheet, and I had to close the windows. Rain now....