I’m a retired small-town journalist living on her own in a small house that backs up against a wooded ravine. I grew up on a small grain farm, and the ravine makes me feel as though I still live in the country while enjoying the conveniences town.
Another benefit of my location is the wildlife that occasionally drifts into my yard: the groundhog, the deer, the red fox (once with her romping, young kits), the robins, and cardinals, and woodpeckers, and even, in winter, a flicker who dines from the suet feeder in all his breathtaking glory. (They are a gorgeous bird.)
These creatures occasionally cause damage. The deer eat some of my hostas now and then, and they once shouldered a small shrub aside on their way into my yard. The groundhog loves vine-ripened tomatoes nearly as much as I do. He’s one of the reasons I now grow my vegetables in containers. But the pleasure I take from the visits of these untamed critters far outweighs whatever damage they do.
In their case — truly — it isn’t personal.
And if you’re curious about why I’m running a series on container gardening, it’s because I got started late last spring. I had too little time to think and plan before I dove in. If you’re the least interested in starting a container garden, I hope this series encourages you to prepare for the undertaking before you launch yourself into it.