The usual suspects
Light blogging today. It's Sunday, beautiful weather, and--among other things--I need to do a bunch of work on my mother's taxes.
But I just wanted to point out that, overnight, something seems to have eaten my tulip leaves ("Eats, Shoots and Leaves"--indeed!).
Take a look; it's a sad and sorry sight, and I want some sympathy:
(The photo doesn't really do justice to the jagged, amputated quality of the leaves, but it's the best I could do).
Each year it happens, if I forget to spray the things with the noxious brew (eau de rotten eggs and hot peppers) known as "Deer Off" in time. This year I tried--I tried--but the friggin nozzle was clogged and could not get unclogged, and I just today managed to get a substitute spray thingee.
But alas, too late. The usual suspects--be they deer, squirrels, dogs with strange culinary tastes, neighbors with same, whoever and whatever their identity--have had their way with my tulip foliage, providing a graphic and all-too-poignant demonstration of the phrase "nipped in the bud."
But at least I got a post out of it.
See you tomorrow.