After work, the evening walk along the pond refreshes the spirit, the Filipendula rise to blush against the weeping willow:Lately there are sightings of the baby muskratsand often the young egret joins its parentJust a few weeks ago, our resident snapping turtle made her journey from the pond to the hillside slope to dig a hole, lay her eggs, and then headed back for the pond:If I had not seen the laying of the eggs, I might have thought it was Timothy! Have you read Verlyn Klinkenborg’s “Timothy; or Notes of an Abject Reptile?” If you are any kind of Nature lover or conservationist, you must! No, this is a female and she has great courage as she instinctively crosses the driveway.My evening walk continues. How can one be angry, approaching the raised beds, even knowing there will be some damage as various animals and insects have come to feast at your table? We are the brainy ones, and we have no one to blame but ourselves if we have not outwitted those further down the food chain! The dahlia cages seem to be working (knock on wood!)The tomatoes are safe for the moment – no so, the marigolds (!), peas, beans, cilantro, parsley, cucumbers and squash. I enjoy observing the different growing habit for the two cherry tomatoes growing,
Sweet 100 (below) and the Ladybug (shown at the right).
Every evening, some new discovery. I think of Timothy, who says, “I was the leaseholder on my own existence…”