The Garden Collapse

I mentioned the garden, or rather the garden’s collapse. It’s too bad. We had great plans for a marvelous harvest this year, as this photo clearly shows.

The Grand Arbor

That woodwork you see, other than the lattice, was hand cut, yes hand cut, from a recently felled Poplar treeĀ and then crafted by Lia and me. Same with the trellises, which along with the planting areas were meticulously chosen and laid out to achieve the best possible plant growth. The way we garden, in fact, is quite a bit like the way we manage Lia’s diabetes. Planning down to the minutest of details. Keeping record. Envisioning a positive outcome.

For their safety and our sanity, we’d even made special arrangements during the most fragile stages of the growing season to quarantine one of the most formidable double agents a garden can know.


Unfortunately, like diabetes, things don’t always turn out as planned and an eleven day absence on our end left the garden exposed to the herd of four legged creatures better known in our house as Venison and the garden suffered a fatal blow. (Side note: that marker is for Digger, the beloved dog I wrote about last week)

The culprit

The apocalypse?

As you can see, other than the arbor, there’s not a lot of green going on inside that fencerow. With the damage done, we unleashed the secondary echelon of crop destroyers and they saw the collapse to the bitter end.

And the Destroyers

There is a moral, I’m sure to this, some lesson I could take away connecting the dots in some logical fashion to the value of time and my attention. But I think I would rather view this year’s garden as not some agricultural failure but instead as a place of natural beauty and sustenance to those creatures with which we share our slice of the world.

After all, Fall and the hunting season are just around the corner.

4 thoughts on “The Garden Collapse

  1. I wish I could tell you how many times these past few months I have cursed the deer that roam our property. We have LOTS, which makes the growing of wonderful tomatoes, cukes, squash, peppers, melons (and all the other delicious summertime bounty) practically impossible without a 9-ft. fence. (Unless I wanted to hire a dusk-til-dawn guard to sit at the edge of the garden with a shotgun! Uhhh, not so much.) So this spring I decided to concentrate on re-vamping our landscaping instead…..and although I have tried to plant only “deer-resistant” shrubs, trees, and flowers, I have discovered that those beautiful, graceful and endearing creatures will eat ANYTHING at least once! It’s a good thing that they ARE so beautiful because, even though I say awful terrible things when I discover that they have once again nibbled all the tender flower buds off of my Rose-of-Sharon, I really wouldn’t hurt any of them for anything in the world. It’s like living in a little suburban nature preserve….so I try to appreciate that and all that comes with it.

    (And see, a whole comment that has NOTHING to do with….you-know-what!)

  2. The garden would’ve been beautiful, sorry about your deer friends.
    : )

    Reyna sent me-it’s nice to meet you! And I understand…diabetes doesn’t leave things as planned. ; ) Hugs! Holly

    1. Pleasure to meet you, too, Holly. Any friend of Renya’s is a friend of mine.

      We may try again next year on the garden. We love supporting the local farmers at the market, but it pains me to see all our Spring effort gone to feed the wildlife, or chickens. I guess it’s true what they say, though… what goes around, comes around.

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