A good week for feijoas.
We’re now at that stage in the season called the glut, where if someone spots a bag of feijoas in your car, they’ll break in and leave two more, much like U2 concert tickets. I can only hope that it’s helping to rehabilitate my micro biome after the colonoscopy pic insult of last Friday week.
It’s a bad week for caterpillars, though. Last week there were four healthy looking monarch butterfly larvae on our swan plants: today there is just one.
I’d like to think its siblings matured early and are busy pupating somewhere, but I suspect the truth is that they’ve been eaten by wasps. I’m trying to do my bit to promote the butterfly population here, but is the truth actually more like (warning: literary reference coming) the Eloi and the Morlocks in The Time Machine? Horrible to contemplate that I may be complicit in this brutal harvest.
Also a bad week for the flower beds.
Is there no limit to this evil dog’s iniquity? None that we’ve found so far, but is that a gas pipeline and/or electrical wiring I see in the bottom of that hole? Tragic if so.