Lesson 1: Early mornings can be magical.
The clock reveals an early hour, and yet I feel rested. Birds court through song. Boz snores deeply and with conviction under the sole ray of sunshine gracing the porch. The modern world awakes; sounds of approaching cars wane within seconds, the distant din of a jet makes me wonder what adventures await the travelers onboard. Under my big leaf maple, the morning gives way to light and shadows, and the promise of a day well spent.
Lesson 2: Ripening times can determine crop yield.
I venture to say, there is not a crow or robin on Vashon Island innocent of thievery in the case of cherries. What I’ve found though is the local orchardist has a better chance of harvesting cherries if he or she plants late harvest varieties. Birds devour early-ripening cherries; late-ripening cherry cultivars, not so much. For example, the cherry tree branch in the top photo is Lapins, a sweet bing-like cherry that ripens later than the Stella cultivar, which is shown in photo below it. When my Stella cherries ripen early, the birds are relentless and strip the tree of cherries with a fervor similar to me removing kernels from an ear of corn. Three to fours weeks later, the Lapins cherries are ready, but there’s plenty of fodder for the birds, including wild cherries, so the robins and crows tend to ignore the Lapins’ ladened limbs. If I had to do it over again, I would only plant mid-summer to late ripening cherry trees.
Lesson 3: Never turn your back on a kiwi vine.
One day I had lunch on my porch; the next day, this fuzzy kiwi vine had reserved the table. (Cheeky little bugger.)
Lesson 4: Gravity always wins.
My massive dining room mirror worked tirelessly for two years to test Newton’s universal law of gravitation. It succeeded in proving the theory last night.(No bulldogs were injured in the experiment, but one homeowner was found crying in the corner.) Of course, there are many lessons to be learned here, not just one. For example, no matter how big the nail, locating a stud always takes precedence over the need to center the object on the wall. Of course, this could be an inside job, perhaps my farm house was telling me something; neoclassical design has no place here. (It may have a point.)
Lesson 5: Hugs and Kisses, truly never misses. (O – X – O)
Sometimes when melancholy’s afoot, the universe conjures up a little encouragement. It’s best to always pay attention.
Life’s lessons keep on coming. At this rate, I should be a genius in a couple more years. I’ll keep you posted on my progression: things I learned, the never-ending story. 😉