Remember my garden? The one I was jumping out of my pants to get started?
Well, turns out God decided to teach me about the uncertainty of gardening this winter.
My garden turned into somewhat of a tragedy.
Alright that might be a little harsh, but it felt awfully tragic at the time.
I’d always heard about the terrors those white tailed deer can be. I never really realized what that meant, until I came back from Cuba and only the thin stalks of my bean plants were left. Not a leaf in sight!
It almost brought me to tears! I couldn’t bear to take pictures of the damage.
Then, I looked over and saw most of my beet and carrot tops nibbled down too. They got to everything but the garlic (of course!) and spinach.
The beans were done for, so out they came. But thanks to some persuading from my love Walker I decided not to give up on those beets, carrots, and lettuce. Plants are a lot more resilient than I give them credit for.
As the weeks have gone by and the first hard frost came and went, things are doing alright. About 18 beets came back, but when I was gone for fall break the deer came to visit again, and got every last one. So, that bed will soon be cover cropped with winter rye to protect the soil over the winter and become fertilizer when I turn it under in the spring.
The carrots are rocking although they’re having to make up for lost time, and I can’t seem to eat enough spinach and lettuce. I’m going to have to start passing it out to the neighbors.
Those deer are giving me a challenge for the winter. I get to figure out how to deter them from taking out my spring and summer garden, too.
I’ll have to start my plotting…any sneaky suggestions out there?