Damn you, Bambi.

If blogging about gardening has taught me anything, it’s this: Take a photo the minute you think of it. Don’t wait for the weekend or a moment when you “have time.” What’s here today could be gone tomorrow.

That’s what happened with a little bed I started in a spot at the corner of the garage. We’d removed a ginormous yew that had been carefully trimmed over the years into a cone. Problem was, the uppermost point of the yew had grown beyond the gutters, and no clever finagling with a ladder could get me anywhere near it. Have you ever seen a 12-foot conically shaped yew that’s pruned up only for the first 8 to 10 feet? Pretty it isn’t. Out it went.

We were left with a generally rounded spot covered with heaps of volcanic rock, with black landscaping plastic underneath. I started with the hole where the tree had been, pulled away as much of the landscape cloth as possible, transplanted some of the daylilies I’d dug up and divided, and waited for them to get busy. They did come up, although only a couple flowered. I just sighed and hoped they’d do better next year.

Then Mother Nature threw me a bone: Volunteer musk mallows. I’d transplanted a few daylilies from our old place, and that garden was rife with musk mallows, so some of the seeds must have migrated along with the daylilies. While these flowers are pretty enough (they’re related to hibiscus and hollyhocks, but with much smaller, pale pink flowers), they spread like virulent weeds. My previous garden was one long, continuous bed, and I had to weed out the volunteer mallows like a zealot (and yank up seedlings in spring) to keep them from taking over.

This spot, though? Golden! Nothing around them but daylilies, which bloom earlier (so we’d have that staged-bloom thing going on); weed treatments applied to the lawn would halt their spread there. Yesterday they bloomed, delicate little pale things I found I could actually appreciate. I should take a picture, I thought.

Today I went outside to do just that, and guess what? Flower tops snapped clean off. Frigging deer. As if they don’t get enough yuks from eating my hostas and head-butting my bird feeders. But I’m still hopeful. In a rose mallow vs. deer smackdown, my money’s on the rose mallow.

Posted on Friday, July 30th, 2010 at 6:41 pm. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

There are 2 comments on this post.

  1. Patty says:

    Yes Ms. TT – I feel your pain! I was out watering this morning and within the past 24 hours the deer sheared off a wine barrel filled with impatients, plucked at least seven blossoms off my geranium basket and feasted on two autumn (not this year) joy sedums. Needless to say, I’m all for a Bambi relocation project!

    Btw….been enjoying your blog. Our mutual friend Vickie cued me in!!

    Posted at August 1st, 2010 at 1:03 pm

  2. tt says:

    Patty, I’m sorry for your loss. I didn’t know deer would eat impatiens…that is not good news, as I have some that are going great guns in my otherwise colorless shade garden. I have Autumn Joy sedums all over the place and don’t even like them that much but the deer aren’t touching those. Weird, since we live, what two miles apart?

    Thanks to Ms. Vickie for spreading the word. If I ever need a PR firm, she’s it.

    Posted at August 2nd, 2010 at 7:55 pm

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