Mama came back to Snack

There were numerous be-headings overnight.  Oh, the horror!

Mama had a serious hankering for daylilies and hostas.

She especially loves the Whooperee daylilies.

Luckily, I do have one left intact inside the fence to show its juicy, big buds and blooms.

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Whooperee daylily

If I were a mama deer, I’d eat it too.

Such succulent flowers…just for show.  How wasteful!

There should be a whole row of red here.  Hi Ho.

This hosta row under the oak should be green. Hmmmm.

Here on the bank is a group of nine Giant Elegans, up past my knees.

The bottom row was a buffet last night.

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Elegans hosta

There will be some fence laid down at the feet of my favorite juicy morsels,

to prevent future consumption.

Yes, I love my flowers, but that fawn wobbled away with my heart.

Chomp on Mama. Chomp on.

FLOW

My Excuse to go out in the Rain

I decided that I needed to remake my plant markers for all my Hostas now that they are up.

Frances Williams Hosta

First I went out to find each hosta on my list and record its location.

This involved pulling up the old markers made of plastic knives (or pieces of knives) with faded writing.

Poor little Patriot has been eaten and stepped on.

Sometimes I could only decipher a few letters. I compared this to my list and identified most of them.

Then I made the new markers using plastic chopsticks.

I wrote each Hosta’s names on a chopstick with a marker,

then carved the name in with a Dremel tool.

Then I rewrote the name again to make it easier to read.

I went back outside to place each new marker around the base of the designated Hosta.

June Hosta

Have you been counting trips outside? I have been soaking wet three times so far.

Francee Hosta

Some folks have the sense to come in out of the rain, some don’t.

At least I hung my laundry inside.

FLOWER