Here on the Bayou, life pretty much goes on as it always has despite being quarantined. I have not left the place and do not plan on leaving for probably a month or so. There is plenty of food in the house or garden or Bayou, we are always well stocked on life's necessities and there is more than enough chores to keep me occupied. In fact, recently, I was told that I have been "in training" for this type of scenario my whole life. Well, my response to that is "If you call being self-sufficient as training, then I guess I have been". Growing up on the farm, living on the Coast and being a bit of a "loner" has taught me well. Farming gives one a "can do" attitude, living on the Coast that has hurricanes requires one to be prepared and loving to be by myself has led me to be easily amused by what is around me. So, life goes on...as usual.
Today's amusement came in the form of a lizard. There are dozens of green anoles that live in or around the garden area. The idea of having so many delights me as I know they will keep down the garden pests. I am all for having lizards of any sort hiding amongst the plants. This morning as I planted yet more tomatoes, a lizard could be seen stalking something in the garlic patch. This is a raised bed that once held herbs but has been now taken over by garlic and onions. The lizard slowly inched toward the fence post attached to the raise bed. Then...zap! The lizard had its prey!...and a fight ensued.
The lizard had decided that a bee looked like breakfast. Well, lets just say that the bee did not take lightly to being munched. The lizard twisted this way and that as it tried to swallow the bee. The bee, in the meantime, twisted this way and that trying to avoid being swallowed. Suddenly, the lizard jerked back and almost gagged. The bee, in its fury, had stung the lizard! It is a scary thing when your breakfast fights back so violently! Still, the lizard refused to lose its prey and kept on trying to swallow the squirmy bee.
While I was saddened to see that the lizard had actually caught a bee, I was delighted to know it was on watch. It had, indeed, caught a critter out of the garden. Too bad it was not one of those dreaded squash bugs! Tighten Up, Lizard!!
It has been a day. Not particularly a bad day but just one of those days that seems to teeter on being irksome. It started out well enough. I took advantage of the coolness of the early morn by fertilizing the entire garden. If that was not enough, I washed and hung the clothes out on the clothesline, watered the plants in the greenhouse and cleaned the storage shed. I did all of this before eight o'clock in the morning. It was then that things started getting weird. I got a call from my brother telling me to stay inside. Well, too late for that! It seems that our woods was being searched by police. A manhunt (menhunt?) was underway for two guys who had stolen a vehicle at gunpoint. They abandoned the van and made an attempt at a getaway through the woods. "Get inside and lock your doors." my brother demanded in no uncertain terms. (I have the best brothers! They continually watch out for my best interests!) The day gets better....
Needless to say, I was stuck indoors. This was fine as I had housework to keep me busy. I cleaned the kitchen and mopped the floors. Not much could happen there, could it? Ha! Crazy as it sounds, I got stung by a bee! Yep...inside. I had hung the mop out to dry on the back porch the last time I used it and obviously a bee decided to spend the night among the strands. When I doused the mop and squeezed it of excess water, the bee stung my hand. Oh, geez. No one would believe this one!
I gave up working and played in the crafts. I have been making macrame plant hangers which are sort of a mind-numbing, knot-tying, counting craft. Thirty-four knots into one strand, I realized that I had used four of the wrong strings. Not good. For those who do not do macrame, you really have to untie those knots to remove them. Thirty-four....THIRTY-FOUR! I am still untying knots. I moved to another project....one I liked!
I figured that three wrongs equals cookies. Yep, sometimes you just have to sit down and have some milk and cookies to solve everything. I baked some fresh, homemade, chocolate-chip cookies, got myself a glass of cold milk and let the problems of the world handle themselves! Never fails!
