Failure is frustrating. Perseverance pays. Success is sweet.
A long time ago, when we first moved to our country 'estate', we planted
roses. Dumb city people that we were, we thought it was enough to finally have
the space to plant anything we wanted. In four years there were no more roses:
the deer destroyed them all. A bunch of years went by and we decided to fence in
a rather large area. Ah, I thought, now I can plant roses. So I filled a space
with roses and planted Veronica
and Catmint in and
around them for extra color. But no color came. Every time a leaf would grow, a
bunny or squirrel would chew it right off. The squirrels were so bad that they
would actually sit on the fence and hold meetings, no doubt deciding which plant
they would strip today. For two years, I had not one bloom and no plant over an
inch tall. Oh, the Salvia
apiana grew big, but nothing eats that and it doesn't really have any
color even when it is blooming; and that was, after all, the purpose of this
garden, TO MAKE COLOR!
Not being a violent person (my neighbor actually shoots the varmints), and
not wanting to use poisons (goes against what I believe, have to think about the
dogs, etc.), I was coming up empty, as was my garden. Then about three months
ago, I came across a gadget called the Scarecrow, a motion detector that
has a sprinkler attached. I was pretty skeptical, especially when we put the
battery in and it just sat there (well, I thought it was a fresh battery; who
can tell the way the kids are always leaving them lying around). Anyway, a new
battery actually made this simple device kick on. Hooked up to the garden hose
and aimed at the garden, it has been protecting my bed for a couple of months
now. I am tickled pink with the way it works. The
roses are growing and have
buds. The Veronicas and the
Catmints are over a foot now. Even the
looks better, but that might just be my imagination.
Now, I am after another Scarecrow for my vegetable garden. Last year I
thought I had it made because I planted all my tomatoes and peppers in our
Gopher Guard Cages, but, between the squirrels and the deer, I didn't get a
single red orb. It never used to be like this, but the past five years we have
been overrun with wildlife. I am hoping to return to tomato crops of yesteryear.
I think I will even put in some extra Winter Savory and
Basil. After all, I want
to have enough to turn all those luscious Roma Paste Tomatoes into my special
Optimistic? You betcha!