My new garden bed, which I'm building upon in stages, with its carefully laid-out and planned organization...has had some changes. I have, for instance, a row of Sweet Peas in front of the Magnolia. Pristine, orderly. Until I noticed that one of the fledgling plants had been moved and a mound of dirt was piled up where it once was.
I laughed that off, of course. Put it back.
The next day, it was placed back in the out-of-synch place I'd found it in before. After the third time this happened, I simply let it stay there and made sure it was more firmly buried. It hasn't been shifted about since.
Other weird things, too. Like a bud snipped off and placed near its plant. A leaf growth likewise pruned and placed near where it belongs.
I'd blame deer by default, but the problem is that I know that when our local deer come 'round to forage, they operate on a scorched-earth policy. Even plants that are decidedly poisonous to eat can and will be eaten by the deer out here. Now, if everything were eaten down to nubs, that would be no mystery. But this? This is like some bloody brownie has come in the bed, turned its elfish nose up at my sweet peas and done little changes.
Don't worry if you think I'm gone mad - some loopy gardener that no doubt speaks to cats. I really do not blame you.
Today, there were some tracks or something in the dirt. I tried to take a picture, but you still can't make it out much. Behold, the bemusing mystery of the midnight garden critic I'm encountering:
The tracks, though relatively unclear (my apologies) are the darker indents in the mulch. Who knows? It is, however, funny to me, so I thought I would share it.
Also - look who is fully blooming at last!
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