When I arrived this morning to water the garden, I was excited to see a lovely doe prancing across the dewy field behind the gardens. I managed to get a photo before she disappeared into a tall patch of weeds.
Before I started watering, I inspected plants as I normally do. The tomatoes . . . lush and busting with baby tomatoes. The peppers . . . popping. The beans . . . hanging in there. The zucchinis . . . HUGE.
The cucumber plant, however, was in sorry shape . . . straddling the plant in four corners was some very distinctive hoof prints. Gone were all of the buds and some of the leaves.
The cucumbers. . . not happy. Me . . . less happy.