Ornamental Peacock GicleeThis is the first of 2 parts, for now at least; I got tired... ;)
Once I lived in my absolute dream home for 6 years. Three to five acres... my memory won't clarify, with a river running through it; foothills and cliff behind. When I knew I had to move out, I started 3 months early, memorizing every part of it so I would always have it with me... and I do.... vividly. So many diverse environments - someday I'll describe them better: a cathedral of trees at the far end outcropping driving the river toward the hills in a lively curve; three pastures on the house side and a wilding meadow beyond the river. More... at least 100 items of all varieties and species planted by us. A legacy of life. I felt like Heidi, gone to the Alps with her grandfather to restore herself and be well and happy when we found that place.
You've heard of buyer's remorse. These owners had seller's remorse, but had to leave.
One time I dug half a pond to about 3 feet down. Never finished all my well-researched plans for it, but it gave me satisfaction nonetheless. Hard work.. that.
So many stories from that period, but I'm aiming for one right now, and it's only pretty til the end.I don't mean to make anyone feel badly, not even myself. If you're sensitive like me, avert your eyes. I just want to get it down in writing, as it's demanding to be the third story in this wee weird trilogy of tales, one after the other. Again, tragedy equals comedy plus time. Time is passing.
A tidy tidbit - we
raised peacocks.... Well we kept them, anyway... eggs never properly
hatched....
The evening peacock calls echoing against the Cascade foothills were exquisite, as was the sound of the river, especially as the sun was going down and twilight settling in.
A fact you may not know is that peacocks, especially the males, are more than well-equipped to protect themselves and their mates with sharp talons and beaks. However, for some unknown trick of natural selection, they become completely catatonic in the self-survival department at night. So, even a small nocturnal creature can kill them, should they find them and get to them. It has to be in two parts, as I cannot write the rest right now, and I'm saving all our sweet thoughts for the night. Daylight is best for the conclusion.I know there's an element of suspense that seems like it could be manipulative, but I promise it isn't. My intention is not to exploit this situation which was pretty traumatic to me by
a) writing about it at all, and
b) dragging it out this way, but it kept on knocking on my door:
Write me.
Drink me.
Eat me.
I'll play it safe, Alice, and write... tomorrow.