Maybe it’s me and maybe I’m just showing my age, but my summer soundtrack always includes Steely Dan’s Bad Sneakers:
Bad sneakers and a Piña Colada my friend
Stompin’ on the avenue by Radio City
With a Transistor
And a large sum of money to spend
“Summer”, you say? Yup, as of this week, it seems as if summer in Sonoma has officially started. Days are already in the Seventies, nights are warming up and we’re probably only going to get one or two more rains until November — unless we’re lucky.
But there is something else happening here in Sonoma that’s bringing me back to that Steely Dan classic. Lots of furious digging of great, big holes:
How about these super-massive raised beds in progress?
Guess I really better get committed to raising every bit of our produce to justify their work.
Then there’s this massive digging project just above Lake Charles. It’s meant to hold a new biological filter — which is about the size of a Volkswagon — and will keep our little man-made pond clean.
Which brings me to this Bad Sneakers verse:
Do you take me for a fool
Do you think that I don’t see
That ditch out in the valley
That they’re digging just for me
Again, not that I’m planning to hide any bodies. Unless they are turkey bodies. Yes, those grape-eating varmints have been sighted again.
But John the Baptist is going all Zen Buddhist on me and doesn’t want me to target them with my new gun (that is when I learn to shoot my new gun.) Instead, he’s gathering up their eggs as he finds them and planning a war of attrition in that manner.
Right now, I’m not worried. The vines, as you can see from the picture at the top of this post, are only putting out green growth. But once ripe fruit starts to appear, we may have to unleash Shock and Awe tactics on the turkeys.
Unless the turkeys decide they want to eat one of our new pests: a Bullfrog that’s taken up residence in Lake Charles. This invasive introduced species will eat just about anything it can cram into its mouth — including the increasingly threatened native Tree Frog, small birds, fish. Heck, I’m re-evaluating whether I should let small children near the pond after I caught sight of the resident Bull Frog. He’s huge.
Hmmm. Maybe I do have a use for what Steely Dan would call that “fearsome excavation”.
Hand me my gun, my sneakers and my Piña Colada.