Samhain Full Dark Moon
Rigel and Vega spent much of the day defending us from visiting neighborhood dogs. Of course, thanks to our record setting fence-lines no battle could be joined, but jaw-boning was much in evidence. This evening they came in, flopped down on the couch and went to sleep. That is except for the show on birth and babies in the animal kingdom. Rigel turned her head toward the TV and watched a mule-deer born, penguins enfolding their single chicks and musk-ox turn to face down the white wolves of the Arctic. Would loved to have been inside her head.
Kate worked outside today, weeding the blue-berry patches and other parts of the orchard. The good news is the clover has become established and has choked out the weeds. The bad news is that the clover threatens to choke out the blue-berries. Sigh. She is only two weeks out from her procedure tomorrow. Amazing.
Our defended (defenced?) vegetable garden can now be worked without fear that a Rigel or a Vega will come along later and try to emulate any digging I might have done. Their work is not up to my exacting standards. The last greens came out today with the exception of some Swiss Chard that still has vitality. All that’s left in the garden now are strawberry plants, asparagus, garlic, parsnip and carrots. The first two are perennials, the latter three crops from this year that can stay in the ground for a while, carrots, or need to over winter, the parsnip and garlic.
I couldn’t bring myself to patch the damage from the dogs. It is quite extensive and I find myself reactive when I work on it. It will keep until next spring.
Then of course there was the Vikings-Packer game. Our defense had a bit of a let down late in the third quarter and the first part of the fourth, but they played brilliantly otherwise. So did Favre. At one point a Packer named Jennings fell on the Viking sideline very near Favre. Favre’s concern and his action, bending down to see how Jenning’s was, moved me. He seems to genuinely care for his team mates both current and former. He also plays like a little boy, jumping and waving his arms, picking up players who’ve just scored a touchdown.
After the game he had an interview in which he spoke warmly of the Packers and the fans there. It was a mature and sensitive moment.
It’s fun to see him play as a Viking. Didn’t think I’d feel that way, but I do.
