I’ve got no one topic today unless you look at them as “firsts”.
This is the first year since I’ve moved here that my crepe myrtle trees came into full bloom. Most years the blooms were pitiful, but I think the extra compost and water helped this year.
This is the first year we got a bountiful crop of figs. We harvested about a pound the other day and ate them fresh. The rest should should start ripening soon. The fig tree is huge! Much bigger than I anticipated. The last couple of years we’d get a handful of figs, but this year the tree is full of fruit. I think I might try making candied figs. Has anyone ever done that? I could use some suggestions.
This is the first time I ever made fried okra. It was way better than what you get in the restaurants.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen a skunk. I saw part of a skunk last year. It was the south end of a northbound polecat, so I only caught sight of his fluffy tail. This time the poor little guy was in broad daylight and going in circles. I’m fairly certain it was diseased. I asked Greg to shoot it.
I didn’t want to take the chance it could have rabies, and two, it needed to be put out of its misery. We had to go out that morning, so I told Greg I’d bury him when we got back. (I wanted the odor to dissipate before I approached him.) When we returned, all we found were pieces of fur. I hope he had been dead long enough that whatever virus had infected him had died before he was eaten.
This is the second time our local landmark, the flying saucer, got a paint job. Whoever owns it painted it a few years back but it wasn’t long before hooligans drew graffiti all over it. I guess the owner got tired of it and painted it again last week. I’m afraid unless he puts it behind a tall fence, those kids will be at it again.
Did their parents ever teach them not to touch things that didn’t belong to them? Sheesh!
It’s ridiculously hot right now. We try not to be outdoors after 10am. I do catch the deer in my yard whenever I go out early. I wish they’d at least be afraid of me, but no, they just give me a deer smirk as they saunter away with my hostas in their mouths.
They’re nothing but deer delinquents, but then that’s life in the boonies. You never know what you’ll encounter next.
So what’s new at your end? Any firsts?