I probably wouldn't have had such a great crop of beetroot for the beetroot-monster in our family.
|Hands up - who loves beetroot?|
And I almost certainly wouldn't have had the chance to share the great excitement we had in picking out first almond crop, successfully saved from scavenging squirrels.
Regardless of their likes and dislikes, my tomatoes are coming in beautifully. I had a great crop of Dr Whycees, a variety I am trialing for Santa Clara Master Gardeners. They are orange and very sweet and juicy.
I was delighted to see how impressed they were with the flowers. They even begged me to let them plant stuff. Unfortunately I have no room in the garden right now, and even if I had, I'd be hard pressed to come up with something that would thrive in the hot days of mid-August. They were placated by being permitted to pick these unusual dark sunflowers to present to their Mummy.
Why so funny? Well, on a cloudy day the sky is pewter by Irish standards!
Bottom line - it's the climate that keeps me here. Their visit had the backdrop of golden sunny days. While they where here the garden rang with laughter and and quite often the spectacular a cappella soundtrack of the baddies being beaten by the superheros, complete with sword swishes, explosions and whizzing I-dunno-whats.
As I mourn for my old friends, new ones are cementing themselves into my heart, not replacing the old ones, but wiggling in and making that friendship space bigger and better. I still know where my old friends are, and like my family, they'll never be far from my thoughts. I treasure more the times we do have together for the infrequency of them.
So, as I sit in the once again quiet serenity of the garden, watching the lizards poke theirs heads up as if to ask, "Is it safe to come out again?" I know that I can't have it all and I'm happy with what I do have. Two weeks a year (minimum) of madcap mayhem is merely a huge gi-normous bonus!