Tuesday, August 17, 2010
I walked my yard this morning in my jammies, cup of java in my hand, looking at the damage the heat and drought has done to my gardens. The leaves are starting to turn early, the maples and plums trees already shedding their foliage. Acorns are rapidly dropping off the pin oak and filling the pond, driveway and deck with their shells. The tomato plant is full of green tomatoes but none turning red and ripe for picking. The perennials all look forlorn and wilted like a dying man in a dessert asking for a last drink of water before he expires.
I gave up on watering. I had tried to keep up, watering both in the morning and evenings. Turning the timers on for the sprinklers to give the lawn and plants a soak. Then I got my water bill and decided that perhaps it wasn’t exactly within my budget to maintain a green lawn.
Looking about my neighborhood, everyone else has given up on watering as well. All the grass is turning a nice shade of beige-brown like shown in the fall decorating magazines. I hope no one drops a match while walking. The whole street will go up in flames. There are a few still standing out in the mornings holding a spray wand, trying desperately to keep alive the flats of annuals put in the ground in the spring. Back when they had visions of bountiful beds of colorful floral. Not any longer. The plants that remain look like those at the end of the season when they are 75% off. ‘FINAL SALE! No Returns! ‘ the sign exclaims. The stores don’t want the risk of having to refund money on plants they bet aren’t going to survive.
I lost a decorative cherry tree in this drought. Although the curly willow seems to love this weather. It’s doubled, maybe even tripled itself in size since it was planted last year. How is it that crabgrass has found its way into my yard when the Kentucky Blue is now singing the blues, unwilling to fight off invaders? Weeds have made purchase in the ornamental beds almost waving to me as I walk by. “Hey there! Yeah, you. Look who won this battle of the garden.” they cry out righteously. They know it’s been too hot to maintain the beds. The heat has knocked the ‘Oomph’ out of my green thumb. The heat has managed to flatten any motivation to work in the yard. Hell, I’ve only mowed twice in the last month. Only the weeds are growing, not the grass. Besides, who’s outside to see the yard anyway?
I haven’t hosted any summer lawn parties this year. I’VE not even sat out and enjoyed the yard let alone entertain others. Normally you can find me reading by the pond, playing a game of cards or just tossing the ball for the dogs. That hasn’t happened. Too hot to sit and the dogs aren’t going to run if they don’t have to. It’s been too damn hot. All that time spent staining the deck, spreading the mulch and edging the beds, getting the yard up to par for the par-ties. It looked probably the nicest it ever had earlier in the year. Not so much right now.
Usually in summer our yard is full of screaming children. Either tirelessly jumping on the trampoline, playing in the playhouse, swinging on the swings or running through the sprinklers. I go through gallons upon gallons of lemonade each summer hydrating Boo and her friends. All activities have remained indoors, except for swimming pools. I’ve handed the baton of Kool-Aid mom to those with pools.
But today it’s gorgeous outside. As I look at the yard, I’m not just accessing which plants need the most TLC or transplanted or removed, I’m also looking for a nice spot to dig a hole.
You see, last night Momma hamster died.
We’ve a household of animals. Two dogs, a cat, a beta fish, a plethora of pond fish (yes, all named) and a hamster. We actually had two hamsters. Then seven, when we found out Momma was indeed a Momma, instead of a Butterscotch. Santa Claus, whom the gift of hamsters was from, apparently had a keen sense of humor. All the babies we gave away to Bears friends except for one that had died. Poppa, or Pumpkin, died not too long after we removed him from the main cage. All he did was eat and sleep. He became huge and then one day, just died.
He’s out here somewhere. I know the vicinity, but the marker has since been trampled by running pooches. I thought it might be nice to have Momma right nearby. BooBear decorated a cigar box for her and filled it with the fluffy bedding that she liked so much. ‘Angel Hair - Night Night’ it’s so aptly named. The perfect fluff bedding for your pet.
Booest cried when I told her I thought Momma was dying. I could tell when we cleaned her cage the other day that she’d lost weight. She was also walking a little odd. On further inspection there seems to be some blockage in her intestine that is causing swelling to her underside.
I don’t know much about hamsters, but I did call the vet. She was polite, and caring, but her answer was ‘It’s a hamster. If it were a dog, or a cat or any other domestic pet….perhaps we would do something. But hamsters have short lives anyway. It’s really not worth the investment.’
I knew that before I called, but did it for BooBear. She was so upset.
“She’s the best hamster I’ve ever had!” Boo said in broken speech through her big crocodile tears.
“I know Baby.” I replied, “She’s also had a really, really good long life.”
“She never bit me once….she was such a good hamster!”
Which she was. We’ve had many hamsters over the years. A few escaped when the kids over playing had left the cage door open. Sometimes I could find them. Or trick them into returning to the cage with extra good treats. One I found had been played with and practically de-headed by the cat before it could be returned to sanctuary. That had upset Boo as well. Her and her friends never left that cage door open again after that. I now always remember to put on slippers or turn on the lights when checking on things in the middle of the night. I had almost stepped on the darn thing in my bare feet when going downstairs for more drinking water. I didn’t find it until first light when I awoke to make the coffee. It was not more than a half an inch from where I could see my footprint in the freshly vacuumed carpeting. Wouldn’t that have been quite a surprise awakening for me while drowsily making my way in the dark.
I find my toes curling just thinking about it again now!
I asked Bear if she’d like to shop for another furry friend to take Mommas place. She said that maybe she should wait a little while. ‘In respect to the best hamster ever, Mom’.
Smart kid, my Boo.
So, in respect to our just past away hamster, if you would now all bow your heads.
“Please Lord, keep our Momma hamster safe and comfortable on her journey. Amen.”
Oh look. That's where Poppa is! The marker is trampled but not unsalvageable. And it’s in a nice, cool, shady spot here in the back. It’s a perfect resting spot for anyone.
Even for the best hamster ever.
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rest in peace momma hamster!ReplyDelete
along with everyones gardens/lawns.
Oh how I've missed you! You are a true talent. Always makes me smile and want to be a better writer myself. :) Muah!ReplyDelete
So sad when any pet dies. Hopefully she'll like her spot.ReplyDelete
It is sad to say goodbye to a furry friend... bye bye Mamma Hamster! say hello to my Diva for me! (you are going to love her! She was the nicest dog!).ReplyDelete
We had Hammy Hamster when the girls were in their early teens. I can feature stepping on him in the night. We also had baby flying squirrels, Nermal and Abnermal. Coons, possums, we had a mokingbird in the laundry room and then a blacksnake tried to get the mocking bird...ReplyDelete
GREAT post BTW
You write beautifully! I love reading your posts!ReplyDelete
So sad about Momma Hamster. But I'm glad you found a spot next to Poppa!
We haven't had much in the way of rain here either. Although the grass is still growing, my flower beds look shameful. Which really bites because we are raising Monarch butterflies and I have very few flowers for them to hang around on once they emerge. Must get pictures, ya know. :)
So I'm wondering, are we having a hot, dry summer because we had such a snowy winter? If so, what does that mean for the upcoming winter? I know, I hate to think about it to, but it has me curious.
oh- so sorry for your loss. I held my (my son's) rat as she died- Its so easy to get attached to living furry cute things.ReplyDelete
as for heat- this is the first day I really felt it. It was hard to paint because the paint was drying on the brush before it got to the canvas! I'm awaiting fall- I love fall.
Glad you found the marker. We have five cats buried in different parts of the garden. We wrapped them in old pillowcases, and eventually they fertilized the shrubs and perennials. Sounds like your yard is beautiful, when it's not cooked by too much heat (as so many are this year).ReplyDelete
Oh no, poor Boo!ReplyDelete
I'm lucky because I have the kind of vet who considers our guinea pigs to be as important as the largest dog or the most expensive cat. She bawled as hard as me when I had to have one put down and then sent me a sympathy card! Unfortunately we've seen three chickens and one guinea pig off and I cannot take my four year old to funerals as she loudly asks if this person has been put to sleep! In fact on the way back from the vet one day she asked me "when will she wake up?" and I explained they'd never wake up. She was silent for a moment and then said thoughtfully "wow she must have been grumpy to have to go down for a nap forever!" :)
missed your posts. Welcome back.ReplyDelete
I am so sorry about the best hamster ever. Why is it that weeds thrive in this weather and everything else goes to pot?! I am so looking forward to Autumn.ReplyDelete
We had a pet Ball Python. We thought the snake was sick, but we bought it a white mouse anyway, because that's what they eat. The snake died, before eating the mouse, so my 5 year old begged to keep the mouse for his very own pet! Ok, fine. "What do you want to name her?" "It's not a her, it's a him!!!" "Actually, it's I think it's a her." Then much fussing and crying because he wanted his mouse to be a boy. So I figure, it's a mouse, he's a 5 year old boy, he's never gonna know the difference, so I take another look at the mouse, and say..."wait, wait...it IS a boy!" So, Travis the mouse became the boys very own pet. Two weeks ago, I had to tell the boy some news. I said, "I have good news and bad news. The bad news is, Travis is a girl. The good news is (depending on who you ask) he had babies."ReplyDelete
Sorry to hear about your loss...ReplyDelete
As for the grass, mine is a definite olive-y color this summer. So hot and little rain. What's worse is that they just hiked our rates up :( I hate driving by apartment complexes or gated communities that run their sprinklers during the mid-day heat! They have wonderful gardens and lawns but I have to penny-pinch because they can't be bothered to save a little water. In ELP the police actually fine you for not conserving water! In LBB the police don't even stop people going the wrong way on a one-way street.
:) I'm never too upset when the summer's heat puts a halt on the lawn's growth... as I really hate mowing it... But seeing trees wither in distress makes me wince.ReplyDelete
Since when is a family pet... "an investment"?
I'm glad you found Pappa... Momma knows she was much loved - a fitting a return of the love she gave.
You are such an amazing writer. So glad that Momma and Pappa are reunited...it's the love story we're all looking for isn't it?ReplyDelete
When I was a kid my pet turtle, Mr. Turtle, was eaten alive by ants. I cried. I also suffocated a baby bird once when I was trying to feed it a squished minnow. I cried then too. Now I just stay away from pets.ReplyDelete
there are some very cute rodents currently on sale at the pet store by marc's - in fact, i couldn't resist bringing home a cute little brown and white mouse.ReplyDelete
You've lost several family members this summer, both plant and animal. I hope things go more smoothly in the fall for you!ReplyDelete
It has truly been too miserable to be outside most of the summer. Like trying to breathe under hot water. Don't blame you for letting the yard go a bit. I hope it is cooler for a while where you are. We just had several cooler days in a row up in Fargo--but it's heating up again now.ReplyDelete
Glad you found a spot next to the Mr. and the Mrs. had such a beautiful hand-made coffin. Was a good life. I buried a lot of critters in my day. This couple had a nicer send off than many of mine did. ;)
Love your posts!! :):)
My yard looks like the desert has moved in and I too had high hopes back in the spring time. We also have done no entertaining or big bbq's.ReplyDelete
So sad for the best hamster in the world, but at least she has the perfect place to be buried.
I was up in Ohio to escape the Texas heat....some kind of cruel joke you guys played on us. It was pretty hot and sticky. However, we found out it was even hotter and stickier once we got back to Austin -- we're stuck firmly in the 100s with high humidity. Ugh. Ohio was gorgeous, despite the heat -- esp Hocking Hills and Lake Erie Islands. Here's hoping for an early fall!
It's been ridiculously hot here in St. Louis as well. Most of the yards around here look the way you describe yours.ReplyDelete
Losing a furry friend is never easy. God knows I went through many of them as a child.
Sucks when a pet dies. My dad had to all me sophomore year in college to tell me that the best dog in the world had died. I broke my hand. On accident because I wasn't paying attention.ReplyDelete