11 May 2015, courtesy of my neighbor
Snow is becoming a Mother's Day tradition in our community. Four heavy, wet inches this year.
The garden was flattened for a couple of days, but most of it popped back up. Up right. Upright.
What the snow didn't munch, the deer did. Caught them red handed. Or is that red-hooved?
The little snots ate every tulip and all but one lupine!
When my delphinium was next on the menu, I pitched a fit. The Lizard says he now knows what a temper tantrum from me looks like. Those deer were not easy to evict!
Finally persuaded by ample arm waving and shouting, the trio settled for a taste test across the street. My neighbor's tree paid the price.
So did my lupine.
I hoped my lone survivor might eventually show who's boss.
I fully expected the deer would return after dark and clean their plate. After all, they did empty the birdfeeder. Again.
Nanny, nanny, boo, boo!
My last lupine stood tall!