Lughnasa New (Back to School) Moon
The partisans of summer have begun to moan its passing here in the north country. Those of us who love the fall and the winter have only begun to savor the cooler nights, the lower humidity and the reduction in thunderstorms. The harvest has begun, though much lies ahead.
Rigel, again. So, I got up early this morning, took my peavy and my swede saw, and trudged, a bit bleary eyed, back to the fence and the fallen down tree. The peavy was no help, as I suspected it might not be, because there was no way to achieve leverage with it. The tree balanced on the fence above the ground. Nothing for it then but to use the swede saw. After some huffing and puffing, the trunk broke in two and fell away from the fence on both sides. I put the electric fence back in place, then walked the entire perimeter to be sure I hadn’t missed anything. All this before my morning tea.
Got inside, the tea on its way and cereal in the bowl when I noticed a flash out of my eye and saw Vega looking down into the perennial garden. I got up to find Rigel just on the other side of the gate. She had pulled herself over it. Sigh. This time Kate and I decided what we needed to do and since Kate was on her way to pick up meds and money for my trip she went to her favorite store, Home Depot.
We let Rigel out to eat and I watched her. She started to pull herself over again. I went and said, NO. She moved away from the gate, ate some food, went off in the yard to romp with Vega. Not five minutes later I saw a blur on the deck. She had launched herself over the gate from a full run. Geez. Kate, the front door. I’m going after her. Rigel went into the front yard, ignoring me. Kate came out and called her. Rigel ran, not toward Kate, but toward the front door to the house.
She is now in her crate as we seal off yet one more escape route. She tests our ingenuity. Regularly.
