Lois Reynolds Mead

Art and a pink monkeyflower in a native plant garden…

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The cycle of life…

The Winter Garden

I usually think of the garden in winter as calming down and going dormant. This year, however, the activity has really been bumped up and the area has exciting things going on all the time. Things scurrying everywhere.

In the aviary is a great horned owl. You can tell by this picture that it has a problem with one eye (it even had surgery at UC Davis). It is recuperating here for assessment if it can still hunt well enough for release.

At the beginning of November two nest boxes of squirrels were brought over by the Lindsay Museum so that ten adolescents that had come in last spring as hairless day-old babies could have a protected place until next spring. We are crazy nut-buying people now.

This, at the same time, increases the numbers of birds that visit.

In addition, the wild turkeys have figured out how to fly over the fence and graze on the grain that falls on the ground.

In turn, Katie’s life is very exciting dashing out to keep order and see if there are crumbs.

Cliff, on the other hand, can’t be bothered. Since there is no sun out there, he does not stray from the wool upholstered chair that he now frequents.

Lots of excitement! I guess this is the cycle of life. Already seeing the beginnings of buds on willows and this week will try a meyer lemon off the tree to see if it is time to harvest (my harvest will amount to about 10! The fruit size is larger than last year, though). My spirits got lifted last Sunday when I found blood oranges in the farmer’s market.  I applauded the vendor, he thought I was nuts. You know you have made a transition in your life when you are served your plate at Bo’s Barbeque and you discover a sweet potato. When you are more excited to see it than you would be if it had been a chocolate bar it means that you have crossed some kind of threshold. I would almost say, I hope Santa brings me this tool for my kitchen:

A scoiattolo (squirrel in Italian) nutcracker (the kind of squirrel Cliff likes to read about in La Cucina Italiana.)

Terry, the man counting his twelve days left as a full-time employee before retirement, is responsible for some of these photos on our Canon (to prove we do include him sometimes). The rest I took with the iPhone (birds-not so good, but I hope you get the idea.)