Welcome to the jungle
I’ve been out for a month and everything has gone mad in my absence. The plants in the yard have grown by feet. Our poor lettuce, beans and peas in the garden are struggling for life amidst towering fireweed and a carpet of chickweed. Our trails are lost to a swaying mass of greenery. The water trail Homer is the only thing that has got smaller. He is blowing his winter coat at long last, after suffering nearly 3 months of 30 degree heat and just in time for autumn. He’s always behind the curve, poor thing. Watching butterflies instead of changing his coat The dense foliage hides all manner of things. We had a grizzly bear behind the outhouse last week and couldn’t even see it. Luckily Homer pointed it out with a few loud barks. All we could see was trashing greenery and if it weren’t for the prints on the beach we’d have had no idea what the visitor was beyond a very large thing (see footnote). Neil has not grown or gone mad despite being home...