Robbin brought in and armload of (4) Striped Armenian Cucumbers early this morning that neither the rabbits nor squirrels have bothered this summer. More work, of course. This will be her umpteenth batch of crunchy dill pickles. The Bombay bottle has found a second life, filled with citronella now to deter the flies.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged Bombay, flies, pickles, Striped Armenian Cucumbers
Come December, they are slow
to leave, cleave to the screen door
to warm by the woodstove
before the freeze, waiting with housedogs
for an opening—for an afterthought
pausing between the in and the outside,
the delivery of groceries or a child
as wavering door stop. They are slow
about dying, cling to the window glass
while looking smugly at the frost,
or fly haphazardly to bump into flesh,
rudely investigating every orifice
as their last chance and place
to continue the race—with such purpose
as to enrage a well-awakened Saint.
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