How to tell a weed from a not weed: If the deer won’t eat it, it’s a weed (some exceptions); if the deer have eaten it, it’s a not weed (no exceptions). If the deer have eaten it, it might as well be a weed now.
Some things deer don’t eat:
Buttercups. Oh you with your cheery little faces. And roots cemented in place. You are well built up, but can’t you just stay in one place? That’s not in the garden? Or the lawn?
Forget-me-nots. How could anyone forget you? You don’t give us a chance! Plowing through the garden, staging your own little coup d’etat, obliterating everything in your path. Except the buttercups.
Lemon verbena. Yes, you smell good. But really? Grow where you’re planted, and stay out of the shasta daisies. And the azaleas. And the rudbeckia bed. And the rhododendrons. And the ferns. And the…
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And don’t ever…never…never, ever plant mint in the ground. 🙂
Very true. Or creeping Jenny. Or thyme (or is it oregano my sister planted, I can never remember).
Why won’t the deer mow through stuff like that?? Instead, they stand out in the great beyond, craning their necks to see what tasty things I might be planting.
Exactly my point! Why don’t they eat buttercups and forget-me-nots? And leave the hostas alone? Grrr. They are also welcome to the blackberry vines that sprout up in the garden.
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Love this! I’m preaching on the ‘wheat and the tares’ in July. Thanks for this inspiration!!!
Well that will be two sermons I’ve inspired :-D.
(The other was my sister’s memorial day offering.)