I had a feeling that if this warm weather kept up, some of my self-seeding annuals would lap themselves. Sure enough, they had. Today I found the most gorgeous little larkspur blooming amidst the frozen wreckage in the garden out back. It’s my favorite shade, that deep purple-blue that’s almost like cobalt. It’s only about four inches high, and okay, it only has four blossoms on it. BUT! It’s almost Thanksgiving, people. Unbelievable. I still haven’t brought my hibiscus in, either. I really am living dangerously.
Speaking of living dangerously, a few months ago I wrote about my neighbor Julio decimating my side garden while trying to run down a rat with his weedwhacker. I regret to report that my husband Doug spotted said rat the other morning, He said it was sitting under a chair right on our patio, and that when he came out with the recycling, the rat didn’t even move or blink an eye.
I would like to believe we do NOT have a rat in the neighborhood, much less one that’s comfy enough with people to just hang out on our patio. So I asked Doug if it was possible that what he saw wasn’t a rat at all, but a possum. Julio might well mistake a possum for a rat, I thought, since he’s from El Salvador and I don’t think they have possums there. (But what do I know?) Doug thought about this for a long moment, then allowed as how maybe it could have been a possum; he wasn’t sure. He’s not used to seeing possums in daylight, he said.
So! It’s either a rat, or a rabid possum (since it’s hanging around in the daytime). Which would YOU rather have in your backyard?