This is our busiest time of the year. The 75 hours a week season. I thought I had built up to it with relaxation and anticipation all winter long. We’ve been powering through, keeping our heads above water, working SO hard to manage it all and manage it well. This was it; this was the year of Tumbling Shoals Farm. We were in the middle of the montage.
But wait, scratch across the record and the music fades awkwardly. There’s the one thing. There’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. And this year, it’s deer. They’ve found us. Cue the little girl from “Poltergeist” and her creepy little “they’re back!” Because things just got personal.
It was the most beautiful and weed free lettuce/squash field we’ve ever had. We had stayed on top of cultivation and weed prevention; we were moving through the lettuce at a steady pace right on schedule. It was a thing to behold! I was so proud!
And then the deer came. A night ambush that took out an entire planting. An entire planting! Why are they so selfish? Why can’t they just eat a few heads in their entirety rather than take bites out of EVERY head in the entire planting? I would share. I would! But a whole planting?
I shake me fists at the sky in indignation, cry a little, yell at inanimate objects. And then we march. The fence is weed-wacked and baited, the deer netting placed around the lettuce field and the rifle is loaded. Cue the epic score; this is a different montage. The battle has begun.