Two weeks ago, I plowed and planted this year's summer garden, or what my sister Paula and I refer to as “The Deer Buffet.” Open 24 hours.
I have two gardens. The first is neat and orderly and supervised by my father, who at 92 years young, is a Master Gardener. I am his apprentice (and manual labor). This garden resides in town at Dad’s home on Greensburg Street. Not too many deer come around. We do get the occasional raccoon, though. Lots of rabbits too.