I Want a Garden
I want a garden.
Most of our grocery bill goes to produce -- fresh, frozen, or dried. Our kids will be homeschooled, so it's an obvious project for them to help with. Our backyard is about a half acre, fenced, and there's not a whole lot going on back there once you get past the decks and the playscape.
So why don't I have a garden?
Odocoileus virginianus, the dreaded white-tailed deer.
Our house is on the deer superhighway right between two wooded, wild areas. There are some mornings when I'll look out and see two dozen of them in our front or back yard. Unfortunately, our 8-10 [?] foot tall privacy fence only extends about halfway back into our backyard, it's a 3 footer for the remaining, and they jump over that with ease.
So I can't just slap together a nice little Square Foot Gardening square and call it a day with a little quickie experiment. Unless, of course, I want fatter and happier deer.
I don't relish the idea of building a tall fence to enclose a garden, like all my neighbors have had to do. And I'm not sure how big I'd want to make it -- I certainly don't want to ever have to expand it once it's up. I have too many memories of spending summers at my grandparent's house, expanding the deer fence every year. Heh.
And then there's the whole new-child-being-born-in-two-months thingy. I think I'll be waiting until next year. Heh.