Good morning!
It’s Monday. Over the weekend, the deer dropped by for dinner. Finding us not at home, they did what any reasonably rebuffed guest might do. They wandered around the house and dined on the tulips instead.
I know they love tulips. We do too. For 20 years we’ve planted a small number by the old front door. And for 20 years, the deer have had the extraordinarily good manners to eat other things from the garden instead.
But times are changing. So we shall learn to share the tulips too.
“Give with a heart glowing with generous sentiments; give as the fountain gives out its waters from its own swelling depths; give as the air gives its vital breezes, unrestrained and free; give as the sun gives out its light, from the infinite abysses of its own nature.”
—Augustine of Hippo
Onwards,
Clara
I am not quite so generous. After two years of this dropping in, I decided to season the tulips with a little bit of chilli mix (Salsa anyone?). Apparently, the deer do not like picante.
😞 I recognized that photo immediately ... deer apparently have the same taste in Maine that they do in central NYS.