Black Day In July, redux
Trying to decide what looks so different outside. Could it be; yes. Our abundance of pretty yellow flowers is gone. Apparently letting someone drive the GM (green machine) around in circles for several hours not only makes the grass “uniform”, but it removes the fun food for the hares. I had campaigned for a delayed start to summer, on behalf of the bees. Managed to get the month of May.
I mean, I am a party to the affair. I did buy fuel, and I did pour said fuel into the reservoir on the GM. That chipmunk that ran across my toes was simply trying to repel invaders. It failed. Based on past experience, the lawn will have wonderful powers of regeneration, despite the savage cut.
I don’t drive the GM. Never have, not even in a dream. But, I have pushed it around. Too heavy for me to lift, so I’ll settle for drag.
The more I read (on Twitter), the more I recognize that our neighbours to the south have lost all semblance of control. When someone joked about how Canada lived next door to a virtual meth lab, the reference made sense. It’s not going well. I remember the summer of ’67, when our local troubadour composed a song called “Black Day In July”. I remember when CSNY recorded “Ohio”. There have been other ballads that pay reference to how unruly our neighbours can be. Not a pretty sight. Even if the border was open, I’d be reticent about going on a tour, this year. Better to sample the “staycation” market.
