It Keeps On Spreading

Weeds sticky and some pretty take over my flowers

Sprayed on weed killer just made them take a nap...

What is this slimy, slick, dark emerald green muck that is on the ground??

Will have to get the big guns a hoe and a flame!!

Deer resistant is just a false promise to give the gardener hope....

My deer resistant hyacinth was decrowned by deer last night!!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Maverick Avatar
March 11, 2012 at 2:25 PM
Sorry to hear about the "dear diners" Doris, LOL it also seems to have been an expensive loss sadly from your garden..
Culverhouse Avatar
July 6, 2020 at 11:31 AM
I battle the dear and weeds every year. they are winning the older I get. lol
Andresen Avatar
March 8, 2012 at 1:25 PM
You love working with flower Doris, so do I. Enjoy to read this poem today. - oxox love Anne-Lise
Kendrick Avatar
March 7, 2012 at 2:36 PM
I did not know that they ate Hyacinth but they like Tulips but never know them to eat Daffodils or Narcissus...Most weed killers don't get the root..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by..mom
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March 7, 2012 at 10:47 AM
LOL The ending is sooo funny, Doris. I like the way you express your angst over the weeks and I thought hyacinths were poisonous. Maybe you'll have deer meat tonight. Very clever! Love, carolyn
Sweetheart Avatar
March 7, 2012 at 9:19 AM
visual and prominent portrait Doris of the terrors of the garden .. weeds are a big problems every year .. but we have no deer to contend with luv.. enjoyed ..
Williams Avatar
March 7, 2012 at 1:18 AM
Doris never trust what it says on the can..David
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