The garden has been quietly growing. Night time raids by the deer have subsided with the help of Milorganite and frequent rains. A week ago something mowed three parsleys down. All quiet since then. The parsleys are coming back up. Even the roses in the back yard are allowed to grow for now. But last night, in a stunning reversal, a cantelope got the better of someone. All evidence points toward the raccoon.
The cantelope had been neatly opened on one end and the seeds scooped out. Parallel claw scrapes along the inside surface of the fruit looked about the right distance apart for a raccoon paw. There the project ended. The fruit remained uneated. Did the raccoon decide it doesn't like cantelope after all? Too bad. That one was just right for picking. Perhaps the raccoon is merely a good judge of ripeness and not a fan of fruit.
I am tempted to make something out of this opened cantelope, a little globe grown on a vine, an opportunity left unwrapped.
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