Fall Fallowturn Moon
Looking out the kitchen window this morning after breakfast, watching the bees fly in and out of their hives, the fruit trees with most of their leaves still on. And Vega wandering around sniffing the compost and the hay beside it.
(Vega in a non-digging moment, relaxing from the effort.)
Vega! She’s not supposed to be in there. Why? She chews up the netaphim and digs big holes. Vega and Rigel have systematically breached the fence that has kept them out for years. Why now? Who knows. Instead of climbing over it, or trying to fit between the rails–closed off since its installation by green metal wire, they decided this year that maybe digging under it just might work. They were right.
Up till now I’ve fixed each breach as it came, using various remedies that came to mind at the moment. This morning I stripped out of all those, maybe 6, and laid down hardware cloth, weaving it to the green metal fencing with lengths of baling wire. No bubble gum, but bailing wire is an all purpose, duct-tape like tool for outside repairs.
Putting in the lilies and iris has moved to this afternoon after the nap. Toward which I am now headed.
