Life Imitates Art. Also, All Things In Moderation

Fig. 1- Garden tomatoes – best I have ever tasted.

Victoria’s been doing a pretty good impersonation of a Disney movie lately. Woodland animals everywhere, 2 months now of relentlessly sunshiny days, leading to delicious fruit: peaches, plums, apples, berries, tomatoes (see Fig 1), hummingbirds darting around, all flashy red and green and tiny and ferocious (to each other anyway). When I walk up the stairs in the morning to go for my daily swim there are almost always racoon footprints marked in the dew on the steps, and spiderwebs glittering in the sun, picked out by the dew as well (I may be scared of spiders, but I am in awe of their web-building). Anyway, you get the idea; it’s pretty idyllic. 

This is real. Just someone’s front yard in the neighbourhood

But, in every story, there must come the conflict.

It arrived last night, in the form of those rat-bastard deer that I usually so admire.  The thieves broke into the vegetable patch and ate the little growing squashes, pea plants, kale and the chard. Those were meant to be a winter harvest for the people, not an early fall snack for the deer. Elizabeth was heartbroken, as would anyone be after expending the time, love and labour that she has on the garden. Dad and I worked on an enclosure today and that shouldn’t happen again (God willing, they don’t just push it over. Deer are big and well-muscled.) But unfortunately, those plants aren’t going to recover in time for this winter. So it was a sad morning. Deer are pretty, but they are in the doghouse now, even in my eyes. 

Peas, torn asunder and bitten down

There were little squashes here… eaten, gone…

Kale and chard – nothing but stems left

So that’s the woodland creatures’ dark side, but at least there’s still all that lovely sunshine, right?

No. The sunshine isn’t all sunshine and light it turns out. The front page of the paper this morning had this alarming news (article here): the salmon can’t run if they don’t have rivers to run in and many of the rivers have been reduced to a trickle. Some of the salmon that have started pooling in the ocean near their respective origin river mouths are being caught and trucked up to spawning grounds, but that’s not a viable solution for all. It’s time for the rain to come now.  I will start thinking rainy thoughts.

My first day of on-campus school is on Tuesday, so I think rain would be quite appropriate anyway. I like the idea of sitting in a class with the rain drumming down outside, and a hot chocolate in my hands. Now that I think about it, I kind of miss the smell of wet cement and rain-washed air. 

This was here, in late June. It’s time to revert to our rainforest ways…

 

5 thoughts on “Life Imitates Art. Also, All Things In Moderation

  1. Greetings from Chiang Mai!

    Last week around noon while I was packing, mom was cleaning and dad was talking on the phone, my dad calmly paused during his phone conversation and quietly said, “Hey, look out the back door.” Right on the back steps of our house was a large doe looking in the window at us crazy humans running around doing stuff.

    She ran off before I could get a picture, but luckily she missed our squash and tomatoes around the corner.

    Starting my own course tomorrow. No thanksgiving for me. >_<

    Breakaleg!

    • Chiang Mai! Oh, i wish I could nip over for a visit. I had a happy life there. Post photos! Good luck with your course – it’ll be hard, but with your experience, you’ll do great.

      I’m glad she didn’t stop to snack on your garden – makes it easier to appreciate their prettiness, unconflicted.

  2. Scrolling through the pics, there are the yummy tomatoes, the beautiful lawn and then the hand of a dead person? Feared you might have lost out to the rat-bastard deer!

  3. Deer are the perfect animal to overtake our city, because as we spot them and find them all adorable and doe-eyed (literally) their accomplices are in your backyard helping themselves to the harvest you’ve kindly left for them.

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