Our weather has been so bizarre. Not just ours, of course, but all over the globe.
Global warming? I suppose.
It's been dropping down into the 40's at night. That's cold for June, even up here on the mountain top!
Right now as I type this we are in the midst of a huge thunderstorm. It's early in the morning and I'm the only one up in the house.
Not even the pups are up yet.
That's ok, I love the quiet of an early morning. Especially when there's a storm outside, and we're cozy and safe inside.
I just hope my old girl, Lily, is sleeping through the thunder. She's terrified.
Life's been busy on our little mountain top lately. It's bizarre, because I have time off from work right now. And yet, I can't seem to catch up.
I made a whole list of things I wanted to accomplish around the house and gardens during my break from work. And most of the list remains undone.
I think I start on one project and then see fifty other things that need to be done. It's a snowball effect.
Also, I made a bunch of doctor appointments and a dentist appointment during my time off...that pretty much kills most of a day, when I have to travel an hour or more each way to an appointment.
Oh well, it is what it is.
Anyway, I wanted to give you a little update on the bear situation.
A number of my sweet readers commented that I shouldn't be throwing food scraps out. To clarify, I generally do not. The last time I tossed out a piece of food was over the winter, when I tossed out the shell of the Hubbard Squash after I made soup. And the birds picked it clean.
I thought I'd toss out the watermelon rind for the birds as well....but I never quite got there. I ran into the bear instead, on my way to the edge of the woods.
We are very, very careful about bears up here. We have to be.
We have a bear bell that clips on to our clothes for when we go hiking.
We don't put our garbage out for collection....that's just an invitation for the bears to come rip the cans apart, and strew garbage everywhere. Our garbage is locked up tight in the garage, and everything is brought to the dump once a week.
My veggie and fruit scraps go into the composters. Which are also sealed up tight.
The berries aren't ripe yet....and there are no veggies even close to ready in the veggie garden.
The only thing the bear could be looking for is the birdseed. So, now I need to stop feeding the birds....at least until he takes me off his daily route.
The berry brambles at the edge of the driveway are blooming like mad right now. I sure hope the bear has taken me off his daily route by the time the berries are ready.
We keep firecrackers in the kitchen drawer to light and toss at him....if we get that close. My sweetie was trying to do just that the other morning when the bear showed up at my house....but the wind was so fierce he couldn't get them lit!
On that note, guess who else got a visit from a bear yesterday?
Yup - my sweetie. Right in the middle of the day. And in the middle of the village.
Sweetie's house is about 3 miles from mine, right in the center of the village. Right by the post office, hardware store, barber shop, etc. He was out working on his lawn yesterday when the bear paid him a visit.
He scared him off, and thought that was that.
But when my sweetie was weed-wacking, the bear came back and tore down all the bird feeders.
Sweetie scared him off again.
But the little punk came back a third time to lick up all the seed he spilled out of the feeders!
Can you believe it?
Cheeky little brat!
This time, sweetie was ready for him, and tossed the firecrackers at him. He took off.
Now, my honey has his bb gun ready and waiting by the door. Just in case.
I do have a theory, however. Our mountain is in the midst of a gigantic music festival at the moment. The mountain has gone from being a peaceful place for us - and the bears - to live, to a crazy, noisy place filled with tens of thousands of screaming fans.
I think the bears were displaced during the setup, and can't return to their homes on the mountain right now.
After this weekend, the crew will start to break down all the stages, tents, fencing, etc. And the bears can start to make their way home.
I took this photo from a friend's house the other evening. We were at a wonderful dinner party, and she has this terrific view from her deck.
The cluster of buildings and tents you see above the pretty house and the tree line is where the festival is taking place. It's a huge deal, with big name stars, and brings a ton of people - and traffic - to our little peaceful mountain top.
I'm sure the bears don't like it any more than we do.
And I bet they can't wait to go home.