That Close-up Turned Out a Little Closer Than I Expected
After years of fighting the deer over garden rights, I gave up a couple of years ago and had the garden planted with a deer mix. I get ground cover. The deer get undisputed grazing. We're both happy.
I've been especially happy the last few days as the plot has blossomed into a sea of tiny little flowers.
Tiny little flowers that are, in my knees' opinion, way too close to the ground.
It's been a wet spring so the garden has yet to completely dry out, and it is still just this side of mud. It's also still somewhat furrowed from the last time it was plowed, and very hard to walk across, especially as soft as it is.
My knees won't let me kneel without protest, so I was stooping down to get close-ups when suddenly my foot turned over and I ended up eye-to-eye with the flowers. Fortunately, the ground is soft enough that the fall didn't hurt much, and just dry enough that I didn't get muddy.
Once I managed to get into a sitting position, I figured as long as I was down there, I might as well take pictures.
Guiness the Cat, by the way, bemoaning the demise of his beloved jonquils, did not volunteer to come help me get up when I was done.
(c) 2015 by Debbi Craton. May not be used without permission. All rights reserved.
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