Once upon a time I had hostas in all of my flower beds. They're the perfect plant for me to cultivate because the work involved goes like this:
ME: Hmmm -- looks like the hostas are thriving all on their own for yet another summer. Well. Time for more coffee!
But for whatever reason, just in the past couple of years the deer have really taken a liking to the delicious, salad-like goodness of the hostas that are planted all over my yard -- along with any other delicious garden treats they can lay their delicate muzzles on. This little lady has just bitten the tops off of all the remaining daylilies in my side bed (a palate cleanser), and now she is preparing to jump the neighbors' fence. Their squash and zucchini blossoms look so tasty! So --
-- this is what my hostas look like now. Not quite the desired effect, is it?
Looks like someone just discovered the (up until now) pristine plant at the base of the mailbox. The blossoms are now history; any bets as to how much longer those leaves will last?