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Bye Bye Bambie

 I was never been the biggest fan of venison.  It was something I'd eat, but nothing I got excited about.  No longer.  Today, I look forward to the next plate of deer steak I can sink my teeth into.  Retribution!  

The stinking deer are driving me insane.  I can grow n-o-t-h-i-n-g!  Nothing. I despise them, and they taunt me.  The game's about to change.  I'm going to eat them all!  Actually, I'm just going to build a really tall fence.  But I'm going to get a lot of satisfaction out of the next venison roast as well.  

They have no sense of boundaries.  My parsley that I just babied back to life was practically inside our house when it got mowed back down to stubble.  I'm seriously ready to throw punches.  And I could, because they don't even budge when I come running after them.  I get the sideways, "what's the crazy lady up to now" look, and that's about it.  The boys give me the same look, so I had to give up chasing them with sticks while in my pajamas and muck boots.  I don't want to scare the children.  

Deer and turkeys.  We have access to plenty of protein, but no vegetables.  That's not exactly what I had in mind when I determined we should grow more of our own food.  The boys are happy with that, but I need some greens in my life.  I wouldn't mind a flower or two either.  

The garden fence is on the horizon, and I can hardly wait.  I got a trailer load of horse manure delivered today.  I seriously went to bed dreaming about it...for the last two nights.  I'm not ashamed.  Forget diamonds, the way to this girl's heart is a load of horse poop and some good dirt.  Bonus points for worms.  But seriously, do you know how much dirt you could get with a diamond? I'm having dirty thoughts.  Heh. Heh. Heh.  Sorry, I'm sorry.  It just came out.  

I'm growing way too many starts, and if a fraction of what I plant survives, I'm going to have way too much produce.  I may be looking to re-home some plants in the near future.  Stay tuned.  However, if things go south, I'm going to become a meatetarian. 

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