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First thing this morning as I drew the curtains, I startled a young deer in the garden. He then leapt nimbly over an eight foot hedge. This is what he ate for breakfast: all the heads off the mallows; the stems of a hardy geranium which I’d already cut back; the red flower heads off Pelargonium ‘Vancouver Centennial’. Deer are very dainty nibblers ( Read more... )

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Not Dr Who, but the Wimbledon final which is proving too much for my nerves. Play has just stopped again and I don't see how they can finish the match this evening. I want Nadal to win... Edit: Thank goodness it's over! What a pair of gladiators. The wind, the rain, the dark and still whenever one of them was knocked down he just got up again. Pity ( Read more... )

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The other evening I was sitting admiring the way the late sun was lighting up the bright red new shoots of the rose which climbs into (and is probably killing) the mossed cottage tree. Today I saw that the whole lot had been sheared off. It didn't take any detective skills to know that a deer has been in the garden. Rats. Yesterday's rose opened ( Read more... )