Deer and Daffodils
Do you like flowers? I certainly do, and the twenty million deer visitors to my yard every year do too. Okay, maybe the count is only one million . . . or so it seems. But I discovered a secret weapon about ten years ago. People call them daffodils, but deer know them as the First Commandment of Yard Raiding: “Thou shalt not eat.” Why? Because they taste bad, go down hard, and come out worse . . . so I’m been told. Therefore, if deer, chipmunks, squirrels, and groundhogs won’t eat them, then I’m planting them. Just ask my husband. The man claims he’s dug three thousand holes for me over the years.
Oh, give me a break, Mr. Keller, the truth is closer to three hundred. Or was it six hundred? Hmm, maybe it was eight hundred now that I think about it. Anyway, those few bulbs have multiplied like crazy over the years—same as the deer—and every spring I have a whole hillside of gorgeous flowers for two whole months. Take that and chew on it, you four-legged, whitetail flower eaters!
So much for my annual deer rant, let’s get back to flowers. Don’t you just love this time of year when blooms are busting out all over? Daffodils, redbuds, tulips, and dogwoods, just to name a few. Every direction I look outside my house this month is like visiting a living art gallery. And God is the artist. Ecclesiastes 3:11 says, “He [God] has made everything beautiful in its time.” Yep,
He sure has, so take a moment and enjoy the beauty around you this spring.
Now it’s your turn on this Southern-fried Friday. What’s your favorite flower?