These marigolds were in the ground for less than 36 hours when they were completely decimated by a greedy and destructive groundhog. There are fixes for groundhogs in these parts, and once it’s in Andy’s hands, there’s not much that can help any critter. Don’t fuck with the flowers is not a secret message in our backyard, and if my screeching and chasing you with a broom like some deranged witch ddidn’t clue you in as to your unwelcome status, there are other ways to convey it. Lasting ways. You think I’m the bad-ass to worry about, but it’s always been Andy. Good luck to you, and good day!
It’s been at least a decade – and probably longer – since I planted marigolds. Their ubiquitous use has always downgraded their status in my eyes, but lately I’ve been embracing the tried and true, and marigolds are hardly little annuals that offer an explosion of reliable color. They are also said to deter pests, which is why they are often planted in conjunction with a patch of vegetables. Apparently they are also coveted by groundhogs, which is unfortunate, for us and for the groundhog. Andy doesn’t waste time dealing with unwanted intruders, especially those who disturb the approach of summer beauty by the pool.
