Everything happens slowly, slowly here. This was our cottage garden a couple of weeks ago, gradually getting into shape.
The daisies always want to get in early. They almost seemed to to be floating.
And the other side of the door this morning.
Meanwhile on the garden shed at the back, Jack was getting into gear.
And the lilies that survived the earlier deer invasion have been putting a brave face on things with some weird and wonderful colours.
I exchanged deer commiserations with my neighbour up the road. "Worst winter for deer I've ever known. They wiped me out. I had to start again from scratch," he sighed. We compared our respective weaponry. Deer repellent spray, Irish Spring soap - I added Cayenne pepper to the mix. The garden smells like a mixture of rotten eggs and the inside of a minicab and I can't stop sneezing.
My neighbour has got himself some "deer alerts" - they're motion-activated and make a loud noise. I'm not sure if I want to be kept awake all night. I did see one in the shape of a wolf that howled every time a deer approached. I would have bought it but hubby pointed out that the deer would soon get wise to it, "Funny, Mildred, that wolf always seems to sound the same". "Ignore it Delia, it's just one of their lame tricks - now come over here, this lily bud is truly delicious....".
They don't seem to eat hydrangeas though.
Well not so far.
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