Who was it that said “No good deed goes unpunished?” Seems so true on this count! Because I am so behind in getting flowers in pots around the house, I decided a couple of weeks ago to at least buy two big pots of lovely pink, dark-leaved begonias for the edge of my front porch. Left the impatiens behind because I know the deer love `em – begonias not so much. Or so they say.
Looked out yesterday morning to see the begonias had been dragged down two steps and mostly consumed! This means that the deer had to literally come up a step or two to eat them. Now that’s a first! The irony of this is that even though I live “in-town” and am surrounded by farmland, fields, etc. the deer have PLENTY to eat. So they’re just cruisin’ for 
candy!
This is no surprise to anyone living in Hunterdon. If I come home late at night, the deer may literally be in the street, sometimes in my driveway. So my begonias are nibbled to the nub, and keeping anything on my front porch is out. Do I care? Nah. Not really. I love the deer – they are such elegant and graceful animals. I know they are considered one step down from vermin by many people out here. Not to me. I just have to be a little smarter than them in where I put my plants when I DO pot them and where the begonias will be recovering in safety.
Still A Dreamer 
(laughing) Oh, you poor thing! Reminds me of the time in junior high when I threw open the door and dashed outside (late for the bus as usual), only to literally bounce off of a moose’s butt that was standing on our porch, eating our ornamental cabbages! (Oh, did I mention I was living in Alaska at the time? That probably should have been the first thing I said… geographic evidence that it wasn’t a hallucination on my part!) Sorry about your flowers, but at least they didn’t go to waste (i.e., burn up in a freak heat wave or something). (Insert deer burp here.)
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I LOVE the idea of bouncing off a moose butt outside your front door! Not sure I want quite so intimate an experience with my deer, (tho’ I wouldn’t really mind), but noshing my plantings isn’t so fun. So now the begonias are on my back porch, as are all the other things I finally got into pots. (Except the Torenia – Wishbone Flower which I have yet to get into a planter.) Did I mention all plants at my house – especially the indoors ones – live by their wits?
Jeanne
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