Winter
Fall
The first two photos are what happens when you let an artichoke flower. The bees are so full of whatever it is they’re gathering that they can’t get out.
XL vermin
Before planting the garden in the hot tub, on the deck, last spring:
Me: “What can we do to keep deer off the deck so they don’t eat all the plants?”
Captain OCD: “Deer aren’t going to go on the deck.”
“Sure they will. They’re all but domesticated. They aren’t afraid of anything anymore.”
“Deer are not going to go on the deck.”
“But”
“No way will deer ever walk up the steps to the deck.”
“Right, they’ll leap. They’re leapers. There’s a reason why a six-foot fence isn’t tall enough for a deer fence.”
“The deer will never go up on the deck.”
Today:
Captain OCD: “Did you pick all the tomatoes for the salad last night?”
Me: “I didn’t pick any tomatoes.”
“Huh. Looks like the deer got all the tomatoes.”
On the deck.
Checker at the grocery store, apropos of nothing:
Do you have kids?
Yes.
Was that a choice?
What do you mean?
Well, sometimes you make a choice to have kids, and sometimes stuff just happens.
Isn’t that the same thing?
Things are not boding well for her unborn child’s future understanding of personal responsibility.
Baling wire and duct tape in one handy package
These are the tools you use to fix your muffler, right?
Behind the beauty
It’s not all pretty flowers and beautiful trees. It’s lots of big and loud and heavy machines, diesel and clouds of dirty exhaust, hydraulic fluid, thick and sticky grease, sweat, ugly plastic pots, mud, plastic tubing, beavers, gophers, moles, coyotes, deer, rabbits, and cast-off machines and broken parts relegated to the back forty. And the creative artistry necessary to force all those ugly parts into a coherent, beautiful whole.
