The fat skink lay quietly in the sun, not wanting to be disturbed. She had dug a hole in the yard where the sidewalk from the garage to the front door turns the corner, under the azalea bush which was in bloom. It was where I planned to work, dig up the area and put down mulch. I am sure it was a she, getting so fat because she was ready to lay her eggs. She was brown. Her babies would first be blue. I tried to get her to move but she didn’t want to go. Finally, I used the shovel and gave her a gentle nudge. She slowly moved further away, under the golden euonymus bush, hidden from my view. Very soon after, the baby skinks were on their own, running through the garden. They have sometimes startled me as I have startled them. What amazing creatures God has put on earth!
I found this creature devouring my parsley. He ate the whole plant, then disappeared. They have to form a chrysalis, but return in a “resurrected” form. Later in the summer, I saw a butterly of his kind (a Monarch?) and wondered if it was from this caterpillar.If it were not for the butterfly, we wouldn’t have much appreciation for this guy!
I planted a tiny garden in my “matchbox” size backyard, just to prove it could be done. We had early peas and lettuce, then squash, onions, cucumbers and potatoes,.in limited quantities, of course. When the potatoes in my kitchen sprouted, I decided to plant them. We got quite a few,but we also got some oddities, strange ones with all kinds of protrusions. Also,something underground had nibbled on them. I planted beets in the window box. They need more room or may need to be planted at a different time. For some reason, the tomatoes did not produce like our grandson’s did, He brought us lots of jars of foods they had canned this past summer. they had prepared this past summer, including spaghetti sauce and soup.
A couple weeks ago when I looked at the little gingko tree in my back yard, the leaves were green. Almost within a week, they began to turn, first with a lovely golden edge around them. Later, they all began turning a beautiful shade of yellow, This afternoon, I see they have all fallen off and are lying in a heap at the bottom of the tree. I have pictures but have not been successful in importing them. Maybe next time.
In my book, Gingko trees are in a class by themselves. Like few other trees, there is a male and a female I got mine when it was just a stick with a couple leaves on top but I could recognize it. It had been a reject at a plant sale, looked unappealing and had no tag to tell people its name. I was willing to pay $5.00 for it. As it took root I saw three stems emerging. I don’t know if I have a male or female tree, but if a female, it is likely whoever lives here when I am gone will want to destroy it. I understand the female bears a fruit that has a rotten smell. In the years I have left, I will enjoy that velvety touch, its unusual shaped leaves and the beautiful yellow announcing Fall and Winter have arrived.
Seems like there is something in this that should remind us of our lives. If you have an answer, why not share it?
Let’s stay in touch. Myrtle Virginia Thompson
My name is Myrtle Virginia Thompson, sometimes aka Jenny Thompson. It’s a long story for another time. I am a retired missionary, have seen more than 8 decades come and go in my life and now it is time to reminisce about some of those bygone years. I have lived in four countries, if we count the US, and visited extensively in some others. Always, always it was the flowers that brought sunshine into my life.
Richard, beloved husband of 63 years, also loves flowers, but not working in them. That’s okay; our ideas would probably clash. He did help me once when we were clearing out brush around our new little log cabin in western NC. It was a very warm day. In one hour, 6 ticks descended on any bare spot of skin they could find on him, so I sent him inside. I don’t think they liked my sweat; only one bothered to try it.
I love a garden and gardening. I think I got that from my earthly father who likely got it from his Heavenly Father. Daddy was a “green thumb” man. Why did God choose to start life on planet Earth in a garden? I don’t know; I wasn’t there to ask. I do know that for me, gardening is therapeutic. It helps me physically, mentally, spiritually and even emotionally. Almost everybody has heard about the Garden of Eden. God closed it to man after sin entered the world. Not many people know about the garden in the city of Sodom before Sodom was destroyed. It was said to be comparable to the Garden of Eden. The Hanging Gardens of Babylon were one of the seven wonders of the ancient world.
Waiting for seeds to germinate, watching as fat “cats”–caterpillars–chew every leaf of my parsley and a praying mantis helping me get rid of the aphids brings on a wonder of God’s creative powers. Butterflies, large and small, fly silently above my head without making noise. Lizards or skinks take a sun bath but slither away when I disturb their naptime. I think they are the same ones that turn from brown to a beautiful blue. It is incredible what I have seen in my little gardening areas in each country.