Haiku- Wildlife, 3; Humans, 0

Our humble garden-

Fencing breached by wild piggies.

Salad dreams trampled.

Sometimes it feels like we're being watched...
Sometimes it feels like we’re being watched…


Friday night, noises outside interrupted my blog reading. I’m pretty sure my heart missed several beats as I sat paralyzed with fear. It was late at night and everyone else was in bed, but I finally got the nerve to peek out the kitchen window to see who was on our porch.

I stared, stunned, as I counted two full-grown javelina and a baby javelina inside the fencing around our small garden in front of our patio. I woke my husband up to tell him our meager garden was going to be even paltrier by the time they finished grazing.

We stood in front of the kitchen window contemplating what to do. My husband tried cursing at them, but that wasn’t entirely effective. The two large javelina vacated the garden, leaving the baby running to and fro trying to find a way out. (I had to laugh at the “save yourself” mentality of these creatures!)

Horrified, I watched the poor thing try shoving its nose through the fencing, chewing the wire, and trampling the garden in a frantic search for an exit. I wanted to help, but I could hear the nearby snorts of the adults that didn’t run very far away. Going outside wasn’t an option.

Finally, the baby squeezed under the fencing and joined the other trespassers.   One of the larger ones approached the window and gave a long look that seemed to say, “we’ll be back.” (Only without the Arnold Schwarzenegger accent.)

Since we moved here seventeen months ago, we’ve learned that the animals really don’t care that we bought the land. We’ve tried to claim some space for our own, but so far, we’ve been outmatched (I hesitate to write “outsmarted”…. It’s a huge hit to my ego to admit that elk and javelina are smarter than us.)

Yet the facts- our lousy 0 and 3 track record – are impossible to ignore.

We need super-duper reinforced fencing!
We need super-duper reinforced fencing!

Irony of Serendipity – Haiku

Wild vines trailing long-

Thriving unfenced, untended.

Animals don’t feast?

08-24 Watermelons

Several weeks ago, during a walk around our neighborhood, we spotted a cluster of strange vines growing on an empty lot.  Upon closer inspection, we identified it as watermelon.

Of course, I had to take pictures because our watermelons never made it this far.  We had two garden areas last  year, both fenced in.  One garden was ravaged early on by rabbits, who squeezed under the fencing.  They were greedy – they ate the plant sprouts before fruit could begin to develop.

Our second garden survived most of the summer.  While neighbors lamented the destruction of their plants by various wildlife, I declared that our garden thrived.  Neighbors commented on our beautiful zucchini and tomato plants.

And then the elk came.  They ransacked the garden and what was left died within a couple weeks.

This is why the wild watermelons are so perplexing.  It made me wonder if the animals around here prefer a challenge.  You know, bragging rights amongst their kin when they outsmarted the ridiculous attempts to deter them.  Or, perhaps they have become so accustomed to the good stuff being locked up (like expensive wine) that they don’t bother to look outside the fencing.

"Hidden" in plain sight?
“Hidden” in plain sight?

Then another thought occurred to me:  I might be over-thinking it.  Maybe the wild watermelon is just one of those unexpected things in life to make us take a pause.  Perhaps it’s not meant to be understood- just simply enjoyed.

After watching the news this weekend, I’m all for simple enjoyment.  I’m trying to shake a hopeless feeling… the restlessness I feel whenever I’m saddled with the weight of current events.  Watermelons flourishing when all logic says they shouldn’t distracts me from the beheadings, bombings, civil unrest and earthquakes.

To me, these watermelons are more than just plants.  They are hope.

And I hope your Monday brings you joy!

P.S. If you came here looking for fiction, I hope you’ll check back later this week – I’ll be posting a story for another of Emilio Pasquale’s photos.  This is the third in an unofficial monthly challenge 🙂