We’ve managed to process into firewood most of the tree that went down in the winter storm and took out the corner of the shop.All that is left is the stump which we were able to get off the hill and cut in half.
Couldn’t get a pic of the skunk that ran away from the front porch late the other night, surprised by someone going outside. Suddenly, going outside didn’t seem that important.
Thai hot chiles just popped out.
Ummmmm… timber? Came home to find this huge limb had crashed. We’ve had a couple of hot days so this unhealthy tree may have just — literally — cracked under the stress.
I’m pretty sure these marks were not made by one of our cats. Impressive.
It feekls like I’ve been waiting years for these to ripen. They were first to emerge so they are very special.
This is the day we celebrate having broken away from our mother country, Great Britain. Was it such a good idea? I suspect so but wonder if any of the major issues in our history would have been different.
Obviously, GB would have needed to recognize us as a more independent colony, a colony that had earned a say in how we were taxed and governed. You don’t dump a bunch of criminals and unwanted third- and fourth-born sons, and adventurers in the middle of nowhere with little, or no, support, ignore them for a couple of generations and then say, “We are your mother country, you have to do what we say.” The absentee parent doesn’t get to walk back into a child’s life just so the child can support the errant parent.
So, if GB had given us room to run, we still would have had slavery, we still would have had the Native American genocide, we still would have had the westward expansion but I wonder how those events might have been different with only local governors instead of a president.
Just thinking.
So, the raccoon who showed up on Thanksgiving day with the serious injuries to his face and some possible brain or neurological damage was put down yesterday. He started having seizures and they continued and the vet decided that it was too serious. I had my doubts about the raccoon’s ability to recover from such severe injuries and hoped that the one good sign — eating — would portend a happy ending. Sadly, the ending is simply humane.
Last Friday, this big guy grudgingly moved away from the porch when I tapped on the window and rattled the door so I could leave the house and go on an errand. I counted him as a 9-point. This time of the year they can be unpredictable and aggressive. With a rack that big, I decided to be more cautious.
So, Tuesday I drove home and was driving up the long and winding dirt road when I wondered if I would see my neighbor out running his dog on the road when I realized that it would not be possible because Yukon had died. I was hit by the realization and couldn’t stop crying as I drove — VERY carefully — up the road. I was always pepped up when I saw him running and I will miss that very much.
