The Garden Lady (Chris) has short poles around her garden with small packets of nylon hanging from them. I couldn’t figure out what the heck they were. Maybe a voodoo thing, but today, on my walk, she was outdoors planting so I asked her about them.
Come to find out Deer come down off the mountain, and feast on neighboring flowers, especially Roses. She puts Blood Meal in the nylon packet to repel them. Works like a charm.
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"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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—Mark Twain, 1896
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Monday, March 30, 2009
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I NEVER in a million years would have guessed that thats what those things were! HAH!
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