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Diary of a Mad Gardener

I’ve been gardening for so long, I can’t remember where I got my start. Maybe it was my grandpa’s roses and peonies; maybe my mother’s tomato patch.My gardens are both my pleasure and my curse.

There is nothing better than coming down the driveway to my well tended, albeit, rather wildly profuse flower beds.With the window powered down, the fragrance is heavenly, a gastronomic treat for the nose.The profusion of colors nearly assaults the eye – the blue-pink-purple bed, nearly hidden but the riotous orange lilies waving above the hot-colored blooms. My garden, my pleasure.

However, there is a dark side to gardening as well.II feel like Bill Murray in Caddy Shack, driven nearly wildby marauding garden pests.. While the bane of Bill’s existence is gophers, mine are deer. My deep dark secret?I keep a bee bee gun in the front hall closet, which I whip out as they are poised in their gustatory revels over my Casa Blanca lilies. Sometimes they win, sometimes I do.My garden, my curse.