So I got around to one of my front beds and I planted these beautiful hosta plants that my father gave me. As my husband and I are coming home from an outing, I see a deer on my lawn (normal occurrence) but then I look at the garden I was just so proud of....
Apparently the deer thought it was salad :(. I had assumed this was the case with the hostas on the stoop but I am getting a big frustrated when I see flowers bitten off at the stem and all leaves gone from a plant that is about its leaves.
R.I.P. host a leaves....
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