Denman Island Prayer: Deer Fodder, who art in my back yard

It seems that the Rye is growing rather slowly. Understandable, as that is what it's supposed to do until spring, when it will have a tremendous growth spurt just before it gets tilled under. Upon closer examination the rye has been neatly "trimmed" about three inches above the ground. Yes, the rye has been discovered and is now deer fodder. The vermin are nibbling the blades under the cover of darkness when the deer chasing K-9 patrol is kennelled for the night. Oh well, at least it looks like a lawn.

The weather has begun to change! I've been lighting a fire most evenings and even in the odd morning. I think it will dramatically reduce the heat bill and use up the 2- year old dry firewood. We have several trees to drop over the next couple of years so the wood shed will be re-filled quickly and for the foreseeable future.

Curtis is alive and well in New Zealand and emails me a 2-liner every other day or so. He's currently "thinning apricots", although I'm not entirely sure what that entails. Curt has always dreamed of being a fruit picker, in fact here's a picture of Curt dreaming of picking fruit when he was 11 years old.
He did intend to set up a blog, but I have not seen it yet.... perhaps he can post a comment on this site from time-to-time ???

Saturday, Kari & I went to the Back-Hall coffee house for some free-form type Jazz by a quartet from The Big Smoke. I rather enjoyed it, However Kari rated it only slightly higher than Japanese flute playing, (see last Blog).



Retro pic of the week is Spa Night @ Ocean's Edge