mangy gay squirrel tv

As we are Fat Boy TV to the street, so the tree out front is Squirrel TV to us. Apparently we're now receiving the squirrel porn channel.

My co-conspirator tells me this story, although I think he can tell it better than I can. Apparently he was surveying the tree, and saw two squirrels chasing each other around it -- not an unusual occurence. What happened next was the event.

"There were two of them. One regular squirrel, and one incredibly mangy squirrel -- almost no fur on the bottom half of its body. They were chasing each other, and then they started taking turns mounting each other."

"There was no ambiguity," he said. It clearly wasn't fighting, or grooming, or anything like that. It was, as we used to say in the schoolyard, humpin'. And in turn! I like that detail very much. It shows a good-comradeliness I hadn't suspected among squirrels.

I treasure this story as a pearl found among the detritus of a city beach, and share it with you hesitantly, as a thing of great beauty I am trusting you to appreciate.

In other garden news...

The two lilac bushes, the white one in the back yard, and the, well, lilac-coloured one in the front yard, are just starting to bloom. Down the street is an amazingly saturated purple one, as though an enormous glass of grape juice was spilled over the tree. Only, you know, not smelling like grape juice.

Our columbine is just about to open. We think it's going to be yellowish-white, which is fine, although something of a surprise, since the tag shows it as purple. This, apparently, is my year of purple gardens. The bulbs scattered through the front yard, which have been taking it in turns to bloom and ravish us with their sudden unexpected beauty, have mostly been purple, and now bluebells are ringing, and the-- is it aubretia?-- foaming up behind the spireas is purple, too.

Across the street from our old place in Victoria there was a community garden that was like an Impressionist's garden, full of spikes and clumps and masses of flowers, in all colours, a lovely orderly disorder.

-rf