Everything seems to have taken root, and today, on the way to the bus, the BG and I noticed that the basil from seed has sprouted, which augurs well for her beloved pesto. The parsley, however, appears to have been sampled, and I fear that it may not pass the too-pungent-for-deer-to-eat test.
And the problem of the tomato cages (G-Lo's gift from Christmas) persists. I asked at the local nursery how I might protect them from cervine interlopers and was directed towards two sprays: one that smelled bad and one that didn't, equally popular with the locals.
Worldwide wrinkled her nose at the idea of chemicals, and was not amused by the idea of a moat, which though it would admittedly be expensive, would be a great conversation piece for the neighbourhood. I'm not sure where this is headed. I am balancing the twin desires for fresh food all summer and minimal effort. An hour a week is as much time as I want to spend on gardening. At least for now, anyway. The garden has doubled in size each year, and at that rate, I will be covering all of North Carolina in a decade or so.
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