The Garden Chronicles ~ July 13, 2010

Cheshire Cat Versus Scaredy-Cat

Today I weeded in the garden. The soil was moist from the lovely rain we had yesterday, and the weeds pulled out easily. I spent a lot of time just looking at the garden, too, drinking in the lush emerald and fresh chartreuse hues. All of my plants were perking up and blooming again, rejuvenated after a long hot dry spell.

One of my tasks was to cut back my Autumn Joy sedums. I read in Canadian Gardening that you should do this in July. Otherwise, the plants get so tall and gangly by winter that the snow’s weight topples them. That’s what happened last year. My husband, bless his heart, tried to help. He tied a scraggly strip of burlap around the stalks to help them stay upright. That didn’t quite match the picture-perfect House and Home garden scene I was carrying around in my head. So, today, I sliced the sedums in half. We’ll see how they do. I’ll report back later.

When I went to cut the three sedums in the corner of my yard … the bushy, dark corner protected by mature cedar limbs and a fence on two sides, I suddenly spotted him. An encounter of the feline kind. A large orange cat sat perfectly still, staring right at me. I took a startled step back, then channelled my inner Buffy the Vampire-Slayer and hissed, in a threatening tone,“You get out of there. Git. Git! Git out of there, you nasty varmint!” Astonishing, isn’t it, how the hillbilly Deliverance-type twang emerges out of nowhere when fury and fear collide? Alas, the cat did not twitch. I glared at him, squinting my eyes with malevolent intent. I remembered reading somewhere that cats abhor being stared down like that. Cheshire didn’t blink.

I turned away, frustrated. I despise cat feces in my garden. I seethed. Should I throw a stone at him? I was halfway across the lawn before reason kicked in. A bit extreme, perhaps. The Garden Defense Manual authorizes violence only in cases of explicit physical contact. I could read the headlines now: “Gardener goes postal on cat. Subdued by fast-acting neighbourly squirrels. See page 7 for photos.” Flip to page 7. A shot of the gardener being hauled off to the slammer in burlap handcuffs by Smokey the Bear. I turned back, musing that at least a cat wasn’t as bad as a rabbit. A cat wasn’t going to eat my plants. He might even deter any lost and wandering rodents from taking a “wilderness” trip in my yard.

I retraced my steps to tell him so. But he had vanished. Not even a set of grinning teeth left hanging in the air to mock me. Guess that means we’re calling it a draw, y’all. 🙂


2 thoughts on “The Garden Chronicles ~ July 13, 2010

  1. I am lurking sometimes in CRC voices ,saw your name and found out that you are residing in Wyoming Ontario.You were a teachter in the I understand. Was Ymko Boersma the principle ? He is my cousin. His mother,myn tante, is still alive. Is almost 100.
    I have been reading some of your Blogs .You are a very good writer Cathy!!!!

    ps Did you follow the WC games? We allmost made it. ch

    • Hi Cor,
      Thanks so much for your response. Yes, Ymko was my principal when I taught at JKCS and I taught all of his children. His mother is our oldest church member and she is dearly loved. I watched the final soccer game and was rooting for the Dutch. It was an exciting game, but I don’t know enough about soccer to dare and comment on it publicly! 🙂 Thanks again for taking the time to read some of my work. Your comments are an encouragement to me.

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