From my In the Sound of the Bells
column in the May 11 issue of The Potomac Almanac.
After last week’s spot of
yardwork, I feel like a real permanent resident of Potomac. I now have a deer fence. A “heavy duty” deer fence, to be precise, no
mere agglomeration of netting and iron stakes, but a 7.5-foot-tall fence, its
posts sunk deep into the ground, bound by high tensile wire top and bottom,
staked every foot into the ground.
I’ve been wanting to
plant a raspberry patch for years, and we identified a great spot in the
backyard. I researched the varieties I
wanted to use and worked out a plan for a raised bed. But if it would all be for naught if I didn’t
find a reliable way to keep out the local wildlife,
if the saucy, bovine creatures that saunter through our yard and the woods
around us really deserve the name.
