When I planted broccoli in the main garden I ended up with a few extra plants. So I planted them in raised beds by our house, figuring they would mature before it was time to plant sweet potatoes. They weren’t protected by a deer fence, but being right in our back yard, I hoped the deer would leave them alone.
I was wrong.
Here’s what I discovered this morning:
At least they left the best part of this one:
So as I type this I’ve just come in from putting a tarp over the raised beds, in the dark during a thunderstorm, in the hopes of holding off the deer a bit longer.
We have a lot of competition for the food we grow here. But sometimes it goes both ways. I’ve been eating a lot of venison the last few days.
Love Wins
