I love it – beginning the first time I planted shrubs and tomatoes, I enjoyed the quiet. So, I’ve continued the routine here – slipping out of the air-conditioning, around ten or eleven PM and hand watering the plants the sprinkler can’t reach. But I am mindful of the unique critters in Texas – the squirrels, slugs and mosquitoes are about the same, but they do have rats, geckos, fire ants and scorpions. (No bare feet!)
Last night I met a critter; what it was I am not sure.
My darling husband reminded me, after I described the experience, there’s an old saying down here in Texas: don’t reach your hand in where your eyes can’t see. And I thought briefly about this wise saying as I slipped my fingers into the large pot of blooming impatience to see how dry the soil really was, after another day of triple digits. Imagine how quickly I removed them as the tips barely brushed a firm, slick ball.
Yuck . . . yes I yelped – but I kept watering, and squirting my hand; the lingering sliminess suggested I had perhaps petted a slug. A-r-r-r-r-r-g-h.
· Many things grow in the garden that were never sown there. ~Thomas Fuller, Gnomologia, 1732
· A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself. ~May Sarton