"To everything there is a season, and time to every purpose under heaven..."
~ Ecclesiastics 3:18
The height of summer - bunnies on the grass... Sipping nectar from once was a tiny sapling my mother grew from seed of her own tree...
Hummingbirds on high...
What could possibly disturb our paradise?
Even when the hawks (see one camouflaged in a tree across our ridge) careen through our backyard trees like jet fighters on a mission, they are mostly Coopers- not powerful enough to pick up our puppies in their talons.
However, Mr. coyote showed up before lunch.
He hung around for a good hour, leaving us to believe his den is nearby. Thinking about the downside of cohabitation with this particular indigenous species. Sometimes it is hard to appreciate his attributes- coyotes suppress populations of rodents, skunks- and yes, the rabbits that are so used to my husband they think he is one of them- some days gathering around where he enjoys his coffee on our patio.
Last year one of his compatriots followed a medium sized dog through a doggy door - into the house.
Over the years in Diamond Bar, we've listened to neighbor's pets become part of the food chain (and when this happens it doesn't matter how long the pet suffers, the police do not respond). A babysitter reported being followed up the street while she fearfully hurried the baby stroller. There was the teenager who had to wait for mom to call to say the coast was clear- a pack was circling the yard when the girl first tried to come home. Our former veterinary doctor shared a doberman being killed in a coyote attack.
Handsome creatures, coyotes are opportunistic terrorists hiding in the tall chaparral. Be advised if you live in the foothills- all it takes is a moment's inattention. Our Tahoe got away with going nose to nose with a young male once. She was alone in the backyard less than a minute. What probably saved her life was "the barking bunny" confused the predator long enough for Gerry and I to come running from different directions. The coyote sailed over the back fence like Superman: in a single bound it cleared the fence and the ravine.
As if this wasn't enough excitement for our July 4th celebration
It wasn't just our barbecue smoking up the skies. Our first hint was the LA County Fire helicopter.
There was a small uphill brush fire not far past "our ridge"
Even with winds strong enough to pull the palm fronds like windsocks, emergency services did not sound concerned. With a high temperature of the day a beach-like 76 degrees, everything was speedily under control. I doubt most of the town even knows there was a fire.
There is a time and place for everything. Tonight it would be dinner for two. At home. I cut off writing before noon. We took a needed break from studying our downloaded copy of the Supreme Court Decision on the Affordable Care Act. Our personal anxiety over its ramifications for our family could use the day off. The Act helped other people and somehow the brilliance of this nation's framework to work things out over time will prevail.
The Fourth of July is a holiday. Time to get in the mood with proper preparations. While Gerry solved the woodworking issue of what to do when a board of black walnut does not want to stabilize, I cooked to a moviethon of favorites. Glory . The Patriot. The board where the food waited to be heaped onto our plates groaned under the weight of
Twice baked potatoes
Barbecued corn on the cob
Barbecued short ribs -
We ate to the new classic movie The Help. We chatted away at ALL the GREAT changes in life we have lived to see. We are eager for the day when Emma Stone wins her first Oscar.
Homemade Ice Cream.
Custard based- so good I think I could go shopping and my husband wouldn't care what I bought, just so I make him more):-
Now, I can't leave you with that substandard picture of dinner as the last personal impression of what you saw on this blog. So I leave you with this image of my model- niece Abby Plunk, so pretty in pink. Abby - if you see this- know we pray for God's blessing on your journey. To us- You are as quissentential an American Beauty as any rose.