The first day of summer has come. The temperature outside this morning was 49 (brrr). It has been raining most of the month, but this morning dawned with the sun. Some of the island’s elderly ladies slept out on the beach in sleeping bags to see the solstice sunrise. I know this because they requested permission to sleep on a section of beach that I partly own. I wonder whether they felt the spiritual uplift of the solstice dawn (at 4:30) was worth the chance of chattering teeth. I got up to pee at 4:45 (on the beach these physical needs could dampen the magic the cosmic event). I noted that the sun had risen and then went back to bed with my warm and sleepy husband.
Things grow even when it rains a lot. May was sunnier than usual, so even with the cold of June life on the island has flourished. I have less bloom than last year, and the rain causes big flowers to flop over or turn to mush. Still, I have some lovelies to show.
Some flowers arrive of their own accord and I let them stay. They are weeds, in a way, but pretty ones, so that really removes them from the weed status of a plant growing where you don’t want it.
And the veggies are coming along well.
In the greenhouse tomatoes are looking like a veritable jungle.
Wild flora and fauna prosper too. I picked some salmonberries from the bushes that grow wild on my property.
I froze them and I am going to combine them with thimbleberries when they ripen in a few weeks and make jam. To do this all you need is sugar because there is so much pectin in the thimbleberries.
The dozens of starlings that gobble suet at my feeders have had hundreds of offspring — which are uglier even than their parents — and the offspring pursue the parents relentlessly demanding to be fed. There is a pair of chipmunks that live under the bush over Zute’s (dear old dog) and Heloise’s (dear old cat) graves. Deer and rabbits are everywhere.
An orphaned deer has been befriended by some families down by Legoe Bay. It has become quite tame as can be seen in this video Dangerous buck on Lummi Island. The young buck is entirely unafraid of people and dogs. It’s gentle play with the golden retriever shows how varied the complex mental makeup of mammals is. Both deer and dog, through the process of human intervention, have lost their usual adversarial relationship. The dog, fully domesticated, will stay tame, the deer, a buck, will revert to wild when the hormones of mating begin to flow. Then it may become dangerous and I have been told that if the game authorities learn of it they will come out to the island and shoot it. I hope not. I hope the Bambi will slip back into the forest and find his love or loves and keep out of the way of dogs.
Life is the real mystery of the universe. It persists, it clings, it grabs every opportunity, every nook and cranny. I fight the weeds, but they win every time. That’s life.
In the meantime, that DNA of mine that I have spoken of before, has migrated again into a new person, a great granddaughter born in Gainsville, Florida. I am going to meet her this weekend.