But there are times when our planning goes awry.
"Yes, fence in the little garden," I said. "I've planted strawberries in there and you remember what happened to the patch we planted last year. The deer ate the new leaves as soon as they popped up and the poor plants never had a chance. And I've got broccoli in there too."
We were okay so far. I showed him the garden; he agreed to fence the whole thing.
That's where we got off track. I went to work. He got to work on the fence.
When I came home, I saw this.
"Ack! Why did you cut down the iris? They're not in the vegetable garden!"
"You said fence the whole thing! That's what I did!" He was justifiably indignant. He thought he'd done an excellent job. By gollies, nothing was gonna get those flowers!
Well, of course I see these beds as separate gardens. Flower bed, vegetable bed. But they adjoin, so to someone not of my mind, they're the same garden.
Sigh. The iris were too close to the sidewalk anyway. But they were this close to blooming. I planned to pull out the bed this fall and replant somewhere else. But they were this close to blooming!
If you should stop by for a visit this summer, be a little careful when you come up the walk. It may be a lot more stimulating than you bargained for.