Under the apple tree
Saturday August 11th 2007, 8:27 pm
Filed under: Knit,Life

This is the first year we’ve had a good crop of apples on our Fuji tree I planted awhile ago: I crumbled egg shell bits around the base of the trunk in the spring, and the snails couldn’t climb it at night to eat the blossoms. The next thing to watch out for is the squirrels, who like to arrive just before the apples are ripe and pick one, eat one bite, throw it down, and try out the next one till they’ve gone through and stripped the whole tree, looking for that one perfect Fuji. Everybody’s a gourmet in northern California. They get the hormonal twitch to eat big, thinking winter’s coming, in a climate that doesn’t get cold enough for them to ever hibernate, and in the feasting processBigfoot shawl in Hardtwist Petite in Jellybeanz some of them grow to the size of small cats. It can be amusing to watch the telephone lines sway under their weight.

There’s a metaphor here to Stephanie’s worries about a “wool blight,” and how one must gather up all the wool yarn one can jam into one’s closets, under one’s bed, and down the arms of whatever jackets the kids have grown out of/haven’t grown into yet for storing it. I plead guilty, at least to the closets part.  But then, that means I had just the right shade of green for Erin to choose from when I offered her her choice out of four or five giant balls of the green baby alpaca I had, to get her started knitting; I like to call it my yarn library in there.

Lisa Souza’s new yarn, Hardtwist Petite in superwash merino wool, two balls, my Bigfoot pattern. It’s sproingy, a yarn with good tensile strength, and practical for a new mom who doesn’t have time to worry about the fragility of laceweight.  The little overall splashes of color–well, once she starts feeding her baby in a highchair, she’ll understand why that belongs in her shawl.

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The thought of squirrels the size of cats is a little frightening! LOL

Ah, the ups and downs of a good stash. The shawl in the pic is just beautiful. But then again all of your shawls are!

Comment by Gigi 08.12.07 @ 5:38 am

My mother used to fight with the bluejays for the peaches on the tree. they would do the same thing. Peck at a peach until it fell down and then move on to a new one. Leaving many ruined peaches on the ground.

Comment by Carol 08.12.07 @ 9:06 am

The deer do that too! When there is an
abundance they take only a bite of two from
each apple! I love watching them eat but
mutter when I have to rake up half eaten
apples covered with ants. Hope YOU get to
enjoy some yourself!!

Comment by Sue H 08.12.07 @ 9:55 am

Yeah, where’s a good mountain lion when you need one… Although, I shouldn’t say that: a few years ago, our orthodontist’s wife was taking the garbage out when, opening the back door, she found herself face to face with one standing on her back fence. Meow? She backed quickly back inside and closed that door good and tight.

As for the bluejays, here’s an idea. Hang a birdfeeder. Not necessarily for the jays–my next-door neighbors have one, and I came home one day to find a Golden Eagle perched on the edge of their roof nearest my driveway, attracted by the congregation of flying food. I got out and just kind of stared at it for a few minutes, wanting never to forget what a glorious sight it was, and so close.

Comment by AlisonH 08.12.07 @ 12:51 pm

My dog hates squirrels. Every day they will mosey back and forth in the yard while he barks furiously at them. If he’s out on his leash, they’ll sit out of reach and preen.

Our neighbors across the street decided to put a squirrel feeder in their yard and now we have dozens of squirrels prancing in view all day long.

Comment by Kathy W 08.12.07 @ 2:19 pm

Squirrels that size would be so cute! We don’t get squirrels here, just possums. These possums get very large (I have a photo, I must upload it one of these days) and find their way inside my roof.

Comment by Adrian 08.12.07 @ 3:48 pm

In your roof! Goodness. We once hired someone to cut down our palm tree, not knowing that it was a date palm, and that a mother possum was living at the top of it. (By the way, Adrian, your Australian possums are a lot cuter than our pointy-nosed American ones.) I heard the buzz saws abruptly cut off, and the men outside yelled for me. I immediately ran at top speed, sure that one of them must have just cut off his leg or something. But no: they had simply wanted me not to miss it.

There was a mother possum, quite indignant at her home being messed with. She had half-grown babies clinging to her belly, and she stalked away from us, stepping on their tails repeatedly as they writhed around. She climbed the fence, walked along to a three-way intersection of the backyards, checked them all out, and then dove down into the neighbor’s.

She reminded me of the time I had a baby in a backpack, one in a stroller, and a four year old who threw a tantrum and wouldn’t come, so I picked her up, put her on my hip, and smiled a ‘yes, you WILL come now’ at her, as I started to push the stroller. It is time to leave. And my family practitioner looked at me, eyes wide, and said, And you were mentioning your back was sore?

Comment by AlisonH 08.12.07 @ 4:26 pm

You describe such a great visual… I feel like I’m sitting there watching those naughty squirrels.

Comment by Amanda 08.12.07 @ 4:40 pm

Thanks for reminding me to prepare for “wool blight” ! With global warming sheep may grow less
wool. Hoard now before it is too late!

Comment by susan 08.16.07 @ 12:42 pm

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