So the damn deer ate my strawberries


Well, I walked out the door to this scene this morning.  Despite the netting over my garden boxes, some brazen bastard of a deer stuck its head through a not-so-obvious gap in the end of the netting and mowed down 1/4 of my strawberry plants.  Notice, however, that they did not eat the flowers, and I shall get berries out of these plants yet.  That’s all I care about, but it does piss me off that the deer will literally stop at nothing to eat my garden.  Hubby and I want to build a fence, but there are some city restrictions that might prove problematic, especially since we live next door to the mayor.  We’re still trying to figure out a plan, but I don’t think we’ll get to build our original dream fence, which put a bit of a damper on our enthusiasm.  Oh well, such is life when the city owns 1/3 of your front yard (!) and you live on a corner lot with visibility issues at the intersection.

On a brighter note, last Friday I made a pretty killer harvest in the garden: spinach (ALL volunteer, too!), chives, oregano, and a few spears of asparagus.  Hubby and I traveled to visit his family for Mother’s Day, and we decided to make a Dutch oven vegetable pot pie (that turned out amazing, by the way) and these beauties were the star of the show.  Hubby also made Dutch oven BBQ pork ribs that were apparently delicious, though since they were not our locally produced pork, I did not have any (I pigged out on pot pie and was quiet satisfied with that).


I’m heading out for field work tomorrow, and I still have some packing to do.  It’s supposed to be rainy here at home, which means Hubby won’t have to remember to water the garden for me.  Fortunately, the weather forecast where I’m headed looks pretty good for the days we’ll be wading around in mucky streams.  I don’t like this field work–it’s physically exhausting work, like trying to run in quicksand while seining fish.  And just to add to the fun, the muck is very anaerobic, so I’ll smell of sulfur and fish for the next few days.  Thank goodness I at least get to take a shower at the end of the day–one trip a couple of years ago we stayed in a Forest Service cabin with no water and I smelled like carp and rotten eggs for 3 days.  Not fun.  I already can’t wait to get back home.

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