It just dawned on me recently that my ornamental grasses serve a purpose, other than looking awesome, that I never intended from the outset.

They are the protector of the garden.

A force so strong that the deer have retreated and said “Uncle”.

Even the rabbits are quivering in their little rabbit booties.

Case in point, the hydrangeas remain untouched.

Just try getting through to that Joe Pye Weed.

I swear to you, there is a raised bed in the middle of all those grasses. I’ll show you the positive results of said raised bed in a future post.

An impenetrable wall of grass. A force field if you will.

Those blooms are like daggers and happily protect the Viburnum behind it.

Never, ever f with ‘Northwind’. They are that bad ass, especially in groups of three.

Some are bigger for their britches than others but we give them credit for trying. The phlox in the background is most appreciative of the effort.