They are taunting me...

The deer. They are taunting me.

If I hadn't been so pissed that the deer was IN my GARDEN, surrounded by COYOTE PEE I would have taken a picture of them....sorry that I have no true evidence, but I am pretty sure that the smoke coming out of my ears is visible for about 3000 miles, I think that is good enough, don't you?.

Why can't they just play along and at least PRETEND that they are nervous that there is a predator hanging around just waiting to make venison meatballs??? Seriously.

I am going to have to go with plan B....when I figure out what that is, I will let you know.

Green Thumb Sunday...on monday

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Here is my vegetable garden! Grow Garden! Grow!





I thought it was a pretty cool blogroll, most of the ones I have found so far have been the "Adventures in Mommyhood" kind, which, I like to read, and do find entertaining, but, I don't have kids and so, I wanted to find something that I could relate to and this is it! Yay, thanks Tricia!

So, here is my first Green Thumb Sunday (on a monday) post)

Two important things are going on in my vegetable garden this week.
The first thing going on is this:



Ahhhh....the sweet sweet smell of coyote urine in the garden...how I love thee.
Yeah. If you think living in a virtual outdoor zoo is fun, try seeing all the little deer footprints in your garden...and realizing it is not quite legal hunting season yet....
There are all kinds of ways to deer proof your garden like building a 50' fence, having your boyfriend pee around the edges, standing guard 24 hours a day etc....I have chosen the old coyote urine in a bottle trick. I have taken a bunch of film canisters, filled them with cotton balls, saturated them with coyote urine, poked holes in them, tied them to a string and hung them all over the garden. Let me tell you, if this does not keep the deer away I do not know what will because that stuff STINKS!!!!! O.M.G. it stinks.

The second thing going on is a little bit of replanting...

I am not sure what happened, but a bunch of stuff I planted just plain did not come up. Some of it germinated, came up and died, and some of it just never came up. So, today, weather permitting, I am replanting:
Kentucky Pole Beans, carrots, scallions, cucumbers, okra and possibly the hanging gourds, although the package says 14-21 days, but it has been about that long. I have no idea what happened or why this stuff did not come up, but the package says "Guaranteed to Grow"...I beg to differ. So, if any of you out there in gardening land have any ideas....let me know. It is possible, that we had a frost I am not aware of after May 22nd, which is when I started planting most of my veggies...

Off to plant...

A Tale of Two Beasts

Let me tell you a little story...about 2 beasts.

This morning, as I was laying in bed, hoping that the coffee would make itself, Duane nudges me and says:
"Hey, there was a deer out front, a deer. Isn't that cool???"
I reply with:
"He wasn't eating everything in my garden was he?"

I was assured that, no, the deer was out front, by the road, my garden is fine.

After he is gone, I get up, put the coffee that did not make itself on and looked out my window...at my decidedly barer than yesterday garden under my birch tree...that stupid deer mowed down ALL my hostas...every.single.leaf. Except one. He left JUST.ONE.

Thanks.

And I hope that your relatives thank Duane for this:



Because, while I am not a hunter, the other person who lives here is...and he.will.kill.you.

Now, while my coffee is brewing, and I am sitting down to my usual routine my cell phone rings...at 6:45 am. That never happens.

It is Duane. His truck, his big, black beast of a truck, his baby, is broken. He is not happy. Could I come bring the jeep, because he thinks there is a tow rope in the back, and he can't leave the truck in this parking lot all day...So, I get in the jeep, and drive the 2 miles down the road. Thinking to myself the whole time...how are we going to tow this big, black truck home? WHO is going to DRIVE the truck and WHO is going to DRIVE the jeep.

Apparently, in Ohio, they don't call tow trucks. They use a rope and one person drives the car that works, REEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL slow.....while the other person drives the broken truck....and if you do not do this JUST right...mayhem can break out.
Well, I am not one to take chances, but it was pretty early and I did not have time to protest, and get all stressica'd out and worry about the legality of what we were about to do. So, we tied the truck to the jeep and off I went...every once in a while getting lurched forward when the tension between the two trucks gets too tight.

We finally make it to our road, and as I turn down the road, we get a little too much slack in the rope and the trucks tire runs over it...yeah, like I am supposed to know how to do this? In NH, as a female, when our car breaks down...we CALL A TOW TRUCK! D'uh. So, we get out of the car, Duane gets a little cranky and I get back in and hope that I can pull the rope out from under the truck. I am successful and we are on our way back down the road...

The last thing I need to do is to turn us into our driveway, well, I THOUGHT I was going slow enough...apparently, I am no expert when it comes to towing another truck with a ROPE, and I was going a teensy bit too fast...oops. I feel a GREAT.BIG.LURCH and I see Duane raise his hands in frustration. I know this cannot be good. She comes to her final resting place, I get out of the jeep, shaking from the adrenaline and then we see it. The bumper of the truck. The bumper that was attached to the rope. It is not where it should be...oops.

So, the moral of the story is twofold. If your truck breaks down, call a tow truck. Or, if you don't want to call a tow truck, have somebody other than your girlfriend drive the other vehicle, because she is all set.



I think the bumper looks fine. Don't you?