Where we tried to go:
To our friend America’s house in Petaluma, to see the neighbor’s lambie wambies.
What ended up happening:
Westbound 80 of the Bay Bridge was closed, and traffic was gnarly all around the city. After it took us an hour to reach the toll plaza after getting on the Golden Gate, we realized that it would be doubly worse on the way home. There just wasn’t enough time for a good trip, so we aborted and instead…
We went here:
The MMC rescues marine mammals and, through top notch veterinary surgery and care, release many of them back into the wild.
Fern was entranced with “The Big Guy”. A full size replica of an Elephant Seal. At first she was frightened, but then I shook his flipper saying, “Oh how do you do how do you do I’ve always wanted to meet an elephant seal my gosh it’s a real pleasure nice to meet you nice to meet you”. After I sustained no bodily injury, he became her new BFF.
The center only had four patients (fortunately) who were mostly out of sight. Marine Mammals, especially harbor seals, are incredibly stressed out by human contact. Then others have had too much, and get into trouble when they begin to associate humans with food handouts. One of the patients was named “Half-Time” since she showed up outside a bar during the superbowl, peering in the window. She was severely malnourished.
Many of the sea lions are there because of gunshot wounds. I know. WTF? They are shot by fishermen who think they are competition for fish. Dear A-holes, the oceans are depleted because of over-fishing and pollution, not because of marine mammals. Also, these animals are under the Marine Mammal Protection Act. Also, I think you are a bunch of jerkwads. Jeff and I were strategizing how to outfit sea lions with guns on their heads, perhaps with a trigger activated by a mouth piece. I’m all for developing compassion, but violence towards animals turns me into a complete misanthrope.
Sunday morning, before our adventures in gridlock, Fern and I prepared our community garden bed for spring planting.
We chopped down all the fava beans we planted last fall as a cover crop. Favas fix nitrogen in the soil, an essential nutrient for plants. The roots of the favas trap the nitrogen that otherwise gets leached out from rainfall and keep it towards the upper layer of soil, making it accessible for other plants. Crops like corn and tomatoes are “heavy feeders”, meaning they need a lot of nitrogen, but even with their deep roots, they often can’t reach the nitrogen which is far below the surface. Once favas start to flower and produce beans, they begin to uptake the nitrogen, so it’s important to till them under before this happens.
Ours had just started to flower.
We cut down the green, which we added to the compost heap, and tilled under the root balls with their scrumptious nitrogen nodules.
I didn’t take this photo, but those little white balls are full of nitro.
In other news, the nettle and miner’s lettuce seeds I saved from my wildcrafting last year have sprouted! I have fantasies of my own dangerous nettle patch. I also have high hopes for the miner’s lettuce. The community garden has been letting our little patch go wild, and it’s lush in multiple places.
Finally, we came to a decision around last week’s opportunity. We said no. And as soon as we did, my heart and stomach untangled itself, the angels breathed a sigh of relief and synchronicity playfully validated us all weekend. BIG thanks to my co-conspirators and advisors (Shaners, America, Teeny, Mama Jax, Kerri and Jan! I love you!) who clearly heard my heart when I couldn’t. Thank you…I feel like I dodged a bullet.
How was your weekend?