I made a deal with the deer: I plant double, you take your half, I take my half. They broke the deal before the ink was dry. Shoots of corn and beans, and later the flowers of peppers both hot and sweet — cayenne, tabasco, California Wonder — the deer went deep into my half for any tender offering. Even my heirloom zinnias. So I built a standard three-rail fence around the garden. Three rails, though, are like Tinkertoys to deer. They jumped my ridiculous fence and were back in the garden early the next morning, taking out a further swath…