The wildfires in Northern California have sent a ton of smoke our way this week. While talking to my uncle this week, I found myself unable to explain adequately how weird the light has been as a result. Fortunately, my habit of taking multiple pictures of every flower I manage to grow means that I have a couple of photos that capture it.
My sunflowers looked basically done, so I decided to harvest 5 of the 7 flowers this morning. I may have been a bit hasty.
Happy 4th of July!
Somebody’s been eating my lettuce and it wasn’t me. Whodunnit? It probably wasn’t the Lesser Goldfinch or the gopher, and if it was the rabbit, he didn’t act alone. Which brings us to the squirrel.
Somebody’s been eating my lettuce and it wasn’t me. Whodunnit? If the goldfinch and the gopher didn’t do it, was it the rabbit?
Somebody’s been eating my lettuce and it wasn’t me. Whodunnit? If wasn’t the Lesser Goldfinch, was it the gopher?
Somebody’s been eating my lettuce and it wasn’t me. Whodunnit? Was it the squirrel on the fence, the goldfinch on the sunflower plant, the gopher in his burrow, or the rabbit on the back deck?
Recently I’ve realized that the only thing worse for my mental health than Political Twitter is Coronavirus Twitter. To cheer myself up, I’ve started reading post-apocalyptic dystopian novels. I haven’t read that many yet, but I have read enough to notice that the just-in-time food supply rarely survives the first few chapters. That made me wonder… what if my best strategy for surviving an apocalypse is not merely to stockpile food, but to learn how to grow it?