It's all I.K.'s fault! When she visited, she brought along two packs of iced oatmeal cookies -- for the horses. Nothing would do but that Coqet and Omyno eat them. (They're the only two here who know how.)
Before the advent of the fatal cookies, Coqet was prone to stand in the corner of the yard closest to the herd, and had worn all the grass off in an area slightly bigger than her body and the colt's. A path ran from that corner around to the back of the trailer, and along the front of the pasture gate to the driveway. A slightly worn area of grass marked the resident spot of the deep wheelbarrow I keep full of water for the outdoor cats in warm weather. This amount of yard gone was not bad, and not highly noticable.
I. called Kettie over to feed her a cookie. Soon, she was standing in front of the dog house, where a rug scrap is spread to prevent mud. She gleefully ate cookies from that side until I. left, then moved to the door side of the porch.
First, she (or more likely, My Corvet, her colt) took down the loops of electric wire. Then the hose end went down, where Coqet stamped it flat while stomping at files. Next, someone ate the blossom and bloom of the rose bush. The irises in the raised hill disappeared. The top of the rose bush met its demise. Miscelleanous bits of white clover, lespedisia (a pretty drought grass with a lovely yellow flower, now in full bloom), and several types of grass that sprinkled the yard slowly gave way beneath their feet. The lavender grew shorter and shorter. The rose bush lost its last thorny stem clear down to ground level. Now from the door out about 10' along the entire length of the porch is bare, dry soil. The tub of flower seeds the kittens were using as kitty litter began to be pushed into odd forms. I caught Corvet chewing on the last sack of potting soil, and when he left, a fist-sized hole had showed up.
Now, driving up, the first thing people see is the big bare area. If Coqet and Corvet are standing in it, nothing seems odd, but if they're off eating or are in some other area, it really causes wonder. Yes, we are having a drought, but that's not the way the rest of the areas look, so it sticks out.
Currently, I'm in a trilogy by Heather Graham Pozzessere about medical doctors, brothers, during the Civil War. Vol. one is One Wore Blue, which I picked up today from the public library, after being warned to read them in order, followed by And One Wore Gray, and the last one is And One Rode West. I got the last two of the three from my mother/sister, and the gal has a ton of romance books out, so I'm not sure how good her research is.
I just finished one that defied believability, about a gal whose twin brother died in Australia. She is flying home on a charter jet when the plane crashes with just her and the pilot aboard, landing on a Pacific Island.
Deserted, of course, with the obligatory coconuts, which didn't set my teeth on edge.
Then comes the bananas... in the same two mile patch of deserted volcanic island? Seeded, perhaps, by migratory banana seed eating birds???
Follow that with a tropical storm with winds of 75 mph expected, (which the pilot can tell in advance from looking at the sky sans instruments) so they bury their meager supplies, and TIE THEMSELVES TO MANGROVE trees, first climbing on the roots of one that is small enough to hug, where he ties her wrists together so she won't be swept away, then wraps their bodies with the clothing she'd carefully sewed into strips to make a "sheet" with the emergency needle and thread she'd had in her purse. Now, even if someone once did live there and seed things into the area not normally found there, why mangrove instead of mahogany, or something else that would produce a useful crop? (I also wondered about storm surge drowning these poor folk as they were tied at sea level plus the height of the roots out of the ground... They needed at least to go up the side of the old volcano cone for the tree to tie themselves to, I'd think...
Later yet, he creates some shampoo with the addition of key lime to the coconut... and figs pop up somewhere else.
Later yet, they find the remnants of a man-made garden with carrots, sweet potatoes and ? that were supposedly self-seeded, all neatly growing in rows covered over by weeds. Well, the weeds I believe!
The plane has no little black box emitting a signal, either. I just couldn't suspend my disbelief quite that much. Lord of the Flies this wasn't...
Now, my own first novel is definitely fiction, and I did move a prickly cactus too far north, deliberately, for the plot to work out, but I didn't indulge in a wholesale redo of the biology of the area otherwise. When I needed pests, I checked to see what was native to the area and found out about how they lived, and made an interaction that was at least biologically accurate.
Only In Seattle
It rained last night, and again this morning.
At about 11 this morning we had "sun breaks," when the sun peeked through the clouds.
There were immediately 15 traffic accidents on I-5.
In other places it's driving in rain or snow which causes accidents.
And from last Dec.
Finally, 'tis the season that my thoughts always turn to one of my unfulfilled dreams: To open a retail cheese emporium in the holy land.
The name, naturally, will be Cheeses of Nazareth.