It has been several years ago when I had a dog as part of the family. My children had a couple dogs, Tony and Stacie when they were ten, nine, seven and three. Due to extenuating circumstances the children and I lost them. Now that the children are 23, 22, 20 and 17 I get a dog. They wonder why I have never got a dog in the past 13 years. For starters, the person I love, Janet is allergic to animals that are furry. Hence, I am slightly in the dog house for getting a dog. But that is not why I am writing today.
The nose knows. It is often we forget what magical powers others posses. They may not be magical at all. They may just be blessings that others have that we do not have. We have all been blessed in different ways. We can see the blessings that come to our children based on the choices that they make. Some blessings are just part of their personality and how they approach different challenges. As we go through live we need to work with what God has blessed us with. If we are obedient, we receive greater blessings. It all seems to be as simple as one plus one. However, I can assure you that it is not always that simple. Mainly due to the fact that one does not always do what they need to do in life as it is part of making choices.
So back to the nose; on my hike up Two Trees trail yesterday I experienced something that caused me to pause and think for a moment. Stevie and I were on our way back down the trail after about four miles of hiking. We came around a bend in the trail where I could see over a large rock and Stevie could not see. There was a small rabbit about 20 yards out that bounced over the trail and into the brush. As we crossed over the spot where the rabbit crossed the trail Stevie jumped into high alerted and knew that something had been there. I knew because I had seen the rabbit. She knew because she could smell the rabbit.
I know there is a rabbit out there . . .
It brought me to the point where sometimes to have faith in something, we desire to have fairly good evidence that what we have faith in exists. Do we need to have some type of visual confirmation or can we rely on other senses to confirm our faith. I would postulate that the sense of smell confirmed to Stevie as concretely as my visual sighting of the rabbits existence on the trail. As for the thought in all of this, can I let the spirit prompt me or confirm to me things with the same knowledge as Stevie’s sense of smell can as she may not have a visual confirmation? I guess the answer to that is mixed somewhere in the balance of my faith and the blessings that I have been given. I also know that nose of an English setter is not one of my blessings. But there may be others that I have been blessed with. Only God knows.
I like to get out and walk, hike up a mountain or backpack into a wilderness. Sometimes I wonder why. Sometimes it is looking up at the challenge that drives me to go to the top. It could be the walk from home to the top of Mt. Rubidoux.
Being on top or Mt. Rubidoux offers a view, some days it is better than others. It is a place to go for a walk and let the breeze gently blow by.
Being in the wilderness offers its benefits, a time to find peace, quiet and time to reflect. Not everyone takes the time to venture back into the wilderness. On this outing, the trip to the top was not in the cards. Snow has a way of making things more difficult. As with life, there always seems to be obstacles. There is always another day to get to the top. This day was a day to enjoy the creations of God and the beauty around me from where I was at.
Some years are better than others. On the other hand, almost every day is a good day to go for a walk. Walking in the wilderness is one of my favorites, especially where God does a little more watering. There always seems to be a peace where there is a lot of green. There also seems to be bugs at times. But that is part of life.
Sometimes the adventure has its challenges. As we continue to progress through life or our journeys, things can change. We may find obstacles. Some may scare us more than others. One slip and there may be a slide to pain and agony. Not a thought that made me feel comfortable. However, it is all part of the adventure, a part of getting out into nature.
With all good walks or hikes, there is usually a goal. When the goal comes into view, it makes it easier to push on. Of course, being over 11,000 feet in the air has its own challenges. A little less oxygen comes to mind. It becomes just another fact that makes the trip more special and a place where less people are to be found.
Of course, being on top is great. On a clear day you can see for miles. On any day, you also know that it is several miles back to the vehicle. But that is alright, it is great to be out in the wilderness on a walk, hike or backpacking trip.
As I was reading the San Gorgonio Wilderness Association bulletin board this evening fro trail conditions, I came across a large quote from Colin Fletcher found in his book, “The Complete Walker.” It is a great quote. After I read it, I looked at the clock and decided to go for a walk tonight. The walk was almost 5 miles with plenty of dirt trails and not many people when I was on the trails. A good breeze was blowing from offshore which cooled down the air to about 80 degrees, which is nice and cool as compared to the high of over 100 degrees yesterday. Now for the quote:
“I had better admit right away that walking can in the end become an addiction, and that it is then as deadly in its fashion as heroin or television or the stock exchange. But even in this final stage it remains a delectable madness, very good for sanity, and I recommend it with a passion.
A redeeming feature of the condition is that no matter how heavily you have been hooked you can still get your kicks from very small doses.
Ten minutes’ drive from my apartment there is a long, grassy ridge from which you can look out over parkland and sprawling metropolis, over bay and ocean and distant mountains. I often walk along this ridge in order to think uncluttered thoughts or to feel with accuracy or to sweat away a hangover or to achieve some other worthy end, recognized or submerged.
And I usually succeed – especially with the thinking. Up there, alone with the wind and the sky and the steep grassy slopes, I nearly always find after a while that I am beginning to think more clearly. Yet “think” does not seem to be quite the right word. Sometimes, when it is a matter of making a choice, I do not believe I decide what to do so much as discover what I have decided. It is as if my mind, set free by space and solitude and oiled by the body’s easy rhythm, swings open and releases thoughts it has already formulated. Sometimes, when I have been straining too hard to impose order on an urgent press of ideas, it seems only as if my mind has slowly relaxed; and then, all at once, there is room for the ideas to fall into place in a meaningful pattern.”
So I guess the question is, “Why do I walk?” The answer may be as simple as “To get to the top.” But the real reason may also be as simple as a time to think, contemplate and make decisions without the clutter and demand of the noise that we place ourselves in every day.
Tonight I decided that I needed to eat out of the garden. Recently I have put together a stir-fry with kale, so I picked a little kale. I ended up with a paper shopping bag full of kale. For this stir-fry I would need to add a couple of red bell peppers and a couple of onions. After taking out the stem of the kale, I still had a lot of kale.
I usually blanch the kale for about a minute and then cool it in some cold water. It makes the kale a little more manageable. I cut the cooled bunch of kale up in about 2 inch squares. They onions are cut in medium size pieces and the red bell peppers are cut julienne style. A heaping tablespoon of chopped ginger as well as several cloves of garlic that have been minced up should be ready as well. The tofu is cut up in to small domino style pieces, placed on paper towels with paper towels over them to absorb some of the moisture. About a cup of vegetable broth is required as well as some soy sauce with some corn starch mixed in. There is some salt, pepper and a tiny bit of sugar as well.
With my trusty 14” cast iron skillet hot and ready to go with a little canola oil in the bottom, I toss in the tofu for about a minute to gain a little color. Then the ginger and garlic go for less than a minute with the onions and red bell peppers following. . If I have a jalapeno or Serrano chili, they will go in as well. Because my wife does not like spicy, I save that for small batches.
Then the kale goes in with the sugar, salt and pepper following. The kale and dry ingredients get stirred around for about a minute, maybe two. The more in the frying pan, the longer it may take. Sometimes I throw in some curry powder and/ or some cayenne powder for a little change up. The final ingredients, the vegetable broth and the soy sauce with the cornstarch get incorporated in. I stir this for a minute as the liquid boils. Then it is scooped up and placed on a bed of brown rice.
So as I sat down to eat, I decided to open some of the days mail. To my surprise, there was an envelope with the words, “Sign our petition to STOP the California Beverage Tax.” I thought it was crazy that someone wanted another tax in this state? Senate Bill 622 wants to tax soft drinks, juice, sports drinks and enhanced waters a penny per ounce. Would a penny per ounce tax stop people from drinking soda? I think not. They want me to send in my name on their “petition” to be listed publicly. We should have our freedom to eat what we want. My only thought is no more taxes. We have enough taxes in this state. Additionally, the legislature wants to regulate everything we do and take away anything that they think is dangerous. Then again there was a guy that showed up a gun buy back in Los Angeles with a pipe bomb today. He thought is was something he should turn in. Perhaps they should start a bomb buy back program as they could be considered scarier than guns.
Dinner was great. Something healthy always puts me in a good mood. It helps me to live another day and realize that someday I need to get out of this state. I would not be surprised if they will want to tax what I grow in my own garden. It is just the way things seem to go in California.
Last Saturday Stevie and I hiked up the Two Trees trail. It was rather warm. We got to the top of the trail and I was hailed to my stepmothers house by Scott because of a water leak. He was mowing her lawn and edging around the steps and water started appearing. Back down the trail Stevie and I went. Upon our arrival, water was definitely leaking. It was coming out of the ground by the base of a tree and flowing downhill under the cover of the grass and looked like it was coming out of the ground where the lawn meets the concrete walkway to the house. Hence, Scott concern that he broke something. A plumber was called and all is well.
This Saturday, Stevie and I decided to go up Mt Rubidoux. It was warm today as well. I took plenty of water for Stevie and I. We went up a dirt trail as opposed to the road that everyone takes. There was definitely more distractions, as the area is used by more people with dogs. Stevie wanted to go sniff here and go sniff there. She got really excited when she saw a small bunny hopping down the trail.
On the trail over the top there was a steep portion that required a careful descent. It is in a area where you go over some rocks. Stevie was positioned to go down to the next level. As she began to make her move I did as well. What I did not expect was for her to leap out six feet and land on the next flat area of the rocks. Especially when she was on a seven foot leash. I was encouraged to move a little faster by gravity and a good pull as I was standing on one foot when I go the tug. Perhaps on of those retractable leashes are in order.
As for the hike, it was fun, I will probably do the four mile trip later in the evening when it is cooler next time. I will just need to leave about an hour before sunset. The hike took an hour and fifteen minutes. I can make it back the last mile or so under the lights of the city.
Elizabeth turns 9 months old today. She is standing a lot and holding on with one hand. She will switch between hands to do things like wave hello of goodby. Her crawling abilities are quick and stealth at times. She loves the outdoors and it is one of her favorite places.
Tonight I went for a walk. As I returned home, there were flashlights looking through things on the neighbors porch. The neighbor lost her house, it was posted a couple of days ago and from that day she has 18 days to get any of her belongings out. So, back to the story, she had some things on her porch. A Rubbermaid tote, light bulbs and some other household items. She may not have wanted them. However they were hers to decide if she wanted them or not.
A few months ago, another neighbor lost a shop vacuum of his porch. A couple of weeks ago we has a couple of strangers come through our front gate and look around. It seems like people have not limits to what they will do.
As for the couple rummaging through the items on the neighbors porch. They filled up the Rubbermaid tote with things that they found. I asked them to leave. The excuse was, “Someone was here before we were taking things.” I told them that the items did not belong to them and that they needed to leave the items and go. The woman kept digging saying that the stuff would probably end up in the dump and she was saving room in the landfill. I can hear it now, “Officer, the car parked in front of there house was going to end up in a landfill some day so I thought I would make sure that it did not by taking it.”
I though to myself, it does not matter if the stuff ends up in the landfill, it is not yours to decide. Being a good citizen, and being told by the police to call if there are strangers in the neighborhood causing problems, I chose to call the police non emergency number. The Neighborhood Watch program instructs us to do the same as we have an unofficial Neighborhood Watch going on in the neighborhood.
I gave them the police dispatcher address, the description of the people and the make, model and license plate of the vehicle the woman carried the Rubbermaid tote to with all the things that she had rounded up. The man was going to stay around, but the woman told him that they needed to leave.
He was willing to wait for the police. However, I was told that the officers were busy and could not be there soon. I was also told to call back if they left. The flashlight wielding Rubbermaid tote stealing crew started the truck up and off they went with the Rubbermaid tote full of stolen merchandise. I called the non emergency dispatch number back and let them know that the people had left.
Now that the house next door is vacant, I wonder if there is any reason to call if there are problems. Last time I called there was a woman and a man fighting in a car at the corner. He had hit her in the face a few times. She got out of the car. She took the keys and would not give them back. They argued back and forth for a good 10 minutes. I called the non emergency dispatch number that night as well. Within about 10 minutes she had sat back down in the car and they drove off a few minutes later. They were gone by the time police arrived.
So if someone is snooping around the house, you can call the non emergency dispatch number and they will send someone out when they can. If someone breaks into you home, dialing 911 might be more prudent. However, the same people answer the non emergency call as 911 calls. It all comes down to, are the officers busy or not.
As I was out visiting people tonight I received a text message that Stevie, a dog that needed a home. I had looked at Stevie a few months ago and expressed an interest in providing a temporary home as a test. However, an eight year old that lived a the home could not let Stevie go.
My thought was that we need someone to make noise as we have an alley behind us and occasionally strange people walk through or hang out. No one wants to hang out with a dog barking at them, so I had an interest in a dog.
So this evening I made the couple block walk to the former home of Stevie to pick her up. I will need to get the full story on her name. As she is an short haired English Setter from what I can tell, she is white with light brown freckles for lack of a better term. She also has two light reddish brown spots on her back about seven inches in diameter. As I walked home, I though we could get her a gold chain around her neck and call her “Two Spots for Sure.” When I mentioned the “Two Spots for Sure” name, my daughter gave me a strange look. Charles, our neighbor chuckled at the thought.
As for Stevie, I am fairly certain that she will keep her name. She is well mannered. Her only bad trait is desiring to get out and go on a runabout for 15 to 20 minutes. We cannot have that as that is how she became a “rescue” because she caused a problem with a cat that someone was walking. I will not ask why someone was walking a cat. However, to a some dogs, that is like bait on a string. So, if she remains good mannered and does not run out the back gate every morning as I drive my truck out into the alley, she will have a happy life and she will be permanently rescued.
As for Stevie, Elizabeth has taken a liking to her.
This week I pondered on some of the risks that I take. Risks where I know what the consequences may be. There are those that have unfortunate outcomes without knowingly taking any risk. After reading a post on the blog of Brigid, titled “Tales of Travels – The Science of Risk”“Tales of Travels – The Science of Risk” I decided to put my thoughts into words.
When I do most things in life, I cannot help but think of the risks involved. I used to ride a skateboard with my kids. That is, until I fell and cracked some ribs. I have a t-shirt with a skater and the symbol of the circle and diagonal line over the skater. I wore it once and a neighborhood kid saw me. He calls me “non skater” every time he sees me. If he only knew how it hurt to breath for several weeks with the cracked ribs, he would know that I wear the shirt with honor. Especially because my doctor told me I was too old to be on a skateboard.
As for risks, I usually hike alone. I let my wife know where I am going and when I will be home. Much of the time I hike within the coverage of a cell phone. At worst, I hike outside cell phone coverage, but within sight of one of the local HAM repeaters so that I can make contact. However, occasionally I find myself on a trail where my only communication would be a whistle and hope that someone heard me and understood what three sharp blasts of a whistle meant.
I willingly take the risks, because I prepare my best for what may happen, even if it takes wrapping my mind around the thought that there are large furry animals in the forest that may be hungry. However, when something happens, it gives pause to how mortal we are. Simply being out backpacking in the dark and stepping to close to the edge of a trail on a steep slope where the ground gives way causes a quick wake-up call as you lose your balance and start to slide down the slope. But you cannot sit on the trail in the dark as the temperature drops and feel safe. You must go on. You know the risks.
Unfortunately, there are those that lost their lives and those that were injured this week in a place where there was a very low risk of injury or death. Only at the hands of those with evil in their minds did the danger become a reality. That type of risk should not be part of living a normal life standing on a sidewalk in a crowd of people. If I find myself on a trail in the dark blowing my whistle for help, it is because I purchased that ticket and took that ride. It is a regrettable fact that those people in Boston had no idea what impact the day would have on their lives. My heart and prayers go out to all those afflicted by this tragedy. On the other hand, if I get eaten by a large furry animal in the forest, I know what my neighbor will say. “I told him he would get eaten by an animal.” Before I leave on a backpacking trip, my neighbor always tells me I am going to get eaten. I just smile and tell him that is a risk I am willing to take.
On Friday morning I set off to a gun show in Salt Lake City Utah, a drive from Southern California. Being born in Utah over 50 years ago and visiting the state many times over the years, there are many things I enjoy in the state of Utah. One of the things I love is the red sandstone in Southern Utah. I got on the 15 freeway her in Southern California and began my drive North.
The desert of California has a certain beauty early in the day. Wildflowers were blooming in the hills and mountains of the barren desert of California. Things were more barren as I approached Nevada. One of the first features at the state line of Nevada and California is a dry lake bed. From there it is about 40 minutes to Las Vegas.
I quickly moved through Las Vegas and back out into the open desert. Soon I was at the Nevada and Arizona state line. As a child I remember the route that headed North around the mountain. However, in 1973, the path through the Virgin River Gorge was finished. That short stretch of highway through Arizona saves an hour off what it took to get around the mountain before it was finished. After making it through the gorge, I climbed up towards the state line with Utah and Arizona. From there I could see the red sandstone of Southern Utah in the mountains in front of me.
Further up the 15 came the off-ramp for the small town of Kanosh. Less than a year ago, our family buried Grandpa Rogers in the Kanosh Cemetery. He made it to 100 years old and was loved by his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. As I passed the off-ramp, I took a picture, knowing that Grandpa was out there with Grandma below the snow covered mountains.
I arrived late and my brother Alan’s house. It was nice as my other brother Wayne was there as well. Wayne and I got up early and went to the gun show. This was my first gun show ever. In the state of California, to purchase a gun, the process is like the trip to Utah. You have a lot of paperwork, you pay a fee to the state and then you have to wait 10 days to get your gun. Part of the thought I had was, why go to a gun show if you still have to do paperwork, wait and go to a gun store 10 days later to get your gun. Hence, never going to a gun show.
So at the Utah gun show, people had guns on the tables. There was also knives, ammo, first aid supplies and a whole lot of other things. As for the guns, if you were from the state of Utah, you could purchase a gun. It looked like there were people doing paperwork at some of the vendors tables, but when they finished, the took their gun with them. Of course there were several walking displays as well. Those with a gun over their shoulder and a sign stating what they were carrying and what it was being sold for. Some cash, show some id verifying that you were from the Sate of Utah while not acting like a lunatic and a person could purchase a gun.
In California you can only purchase one handgun every 30 days. You are exempt from that rule if it is a private party transfer. However, it looked like if you to celebrate the 12 days of Christmas with a new handgun every day, you could do that with one purchase in Utah. In California, you would have to plan ahead a year in advance, actually starting before Christmas the year before.
So I have first handed seen the “Guns Show Loophole” in action. Would changing it save lives? Maybe. Would changing it keep firearms out of the hands of those that should not have them? With all the rules we have in California and the lack of follow-through and prosecution of those the violate the current laws of the state, people who should not have guns still get them.
My thought are, I made it to a gun show in a “free” state without getting hurt. The only thing that was upsetting about the whole day was the polish sausage from the concession stand at the gun show. It was costly and was not good at all. One could say it was assaulting. Therefore, the gun show loophole is not a problem and we need legislation to prevent the public from being served food that is disgusting. On the other hand, I should have known better.
We left the gun show and headed back to our brothers house. We arrived as the sun was going down behind a storm in the west. The wind was gusty during the night and the trip to the car at 3:45 California time was chilly in shorts as the temperature was 34. Of course the temperature was colder several miles south where radiated through the glass as it was 27 degrees out. I guess that is what you get when you wear shorts in the winter in Utah. Then again, it was only in the low 60′s upon my arrival back in Southern California. The trip was great and the gun show was interesting. I am just glad they do not require you to sit in your car for 10 days in California before you can pick up you new firearm.
This evening I decided to take a hike up the Two Trees Trail. I arrived at the trailhead about 4:45. I checked my Sundroid app to determine that sunset was at 7:17 and that I should have plenty of time for a long hike. I made it to Cassina Springs where I stopped to take a picture and drink some water. Another hiker came along and let me know that he has seen a couple of rattlesnakes that were about 4 feet long in the area in the past couple of weeks. The hills are really brown as compared to the area around the spring.
I kept hiking on and watching how the colors had changed from my last hike. The vegetation was starting to turn brown on the southern faces. The grass was long enough now that as the wind blew over the grass it acted as waves in the ocean moving about.
I continued up until I arrived at the actual park parking lot. The sun was still fairly high off the horizon so I continued on up the Spring Trail. I arrived at the place where the spring water, which I have never seen, seeps down the ravine. It was also green in this area in contrast to the browner parts of the park.
Once I got to the end of the Spring Trail, I decided to go up the road to the Ridge Trail. I made fairly good time as the elevation gain was not as great. Once I was up on top of the ridge, I looked eastward towards Mt San Gorgonio rising above the Cherry Valley and Oak Glen area in the distance. Moreno Valley is scattered closer in the valley.
As I came down the Ridge Trail it was obvious I was not going to make it back to the truck before the sun set. I elected to go back on the road to the parking area rather than go further out on the road to get to the Edison Trail. I made quick time on back to the top of the Two Trees trail. As I descended, the sun moved lower in the sky. The light began to paint the hillsides with an orange red glow.
Continuing down the trail the sun began to hide behind the hills in the West. There was enough ambient light to make it back to the truck. The hike was 6.4 miles in two hours and 46 minutes. It was a great hike and I did not have the opportunity to meet up with Mr. Rattlesanke after the sun went down.
I look around the garden almost every day. Elizabeth makes a trip into the garden with me almost every day as well. Today I ventured out alone. I know that there just had to be some fruit on the Early Girl tomato. The Early Girl produces medium sized fruit and from what I have been told it will set it’s fruit in cooler temperatures. It does not do well in the heat so it is our go to tomato for the first tomatoes of the season. Much to my surprise, there are some small fruit on the plant just waiting to grow.
As for the other tomato plants, we should see some fruit within the next several weeks. Then the day will come that we will have more tomatoes than we can eat.
I have given the concept of Yin and Yang thought throughout my lifetime. A little mediation on the idea of seemingly opposite or contrary forces which are interconnected and interdependent within our world has been fairly though provoking. Light and dark, fire and water, hot and cold, male and female, life and death as well as possibly “new” and “used.”
To fully discover this Yin and Yang perspective, it can be told in a parable, the parable of the Boy and the GMC Truck. One day there was a boy who was blessed with the use of a “Used” GMC truck. The truck would take him to school and other places of his desire, provided he kept the fuel tank full. This GMC truck had a model name, that of Sierra. It was a beautiful name, one that conjured thoughts of the majestic towering peaks of the Sierra Nevada range of mountain, a range with the tallest peak in the contiguous United States. However, this boy had a nemesis at school named Siera. The relationship was such that the name Sierra on the truck needed to be vanquished. He and a friend put together a plan to send the name Sierra to outer darkness to never be seen again.
A few years after the “Sierra” had been vanquished, a magical thing had happened. The boy had grown up to be a young man that worked hard and had learned many things. His perspective on life seemed to have changed. He had a greater desire to work hard. He wanted to do the right thing. His life had been blessed because of the choices that he had made. He now had the ability to purchase his own vehicle. The choice he made was to purchase a new GMC Sierra. His wise father offered to remove the Sierra name for him in the same manner in which the young boy had removed the Sierra from his truck. This new Sierra was much brighter and shinny. Oh, how a dull screwdriver being jammed under the shinny name would have worked just as well on the new Sierra as it did on the old Sierra.
The young man felt bad for taking part in vanquishing the Sierra off the old truck and was not really enthused about having the new Sierra vanquished off the new truck. The father and son talked about how the son had grown up and become more responsible. How, because the son had worked hard, he was given opportunities. How he once was a “slightly disrespectful boy that would take a screwdriver to the tailgate of dads pickup truck to remove its name, which was similar to his nemeses” to a young man that “shows respect for his father, is proud to be an Eagle Scout like his dad, understands that a good work ethic is important in life and is generally a delightful son.”
So as the Parable of the Boy and the GMC Truck goes, the Yin and Yang of life continues. Yin and Yang are actually complementary forces, not opposing forces, interacting to form a whole greater than either part. The young boy caught between doing the right thing and doing the thing that will make him happy. As the young boy grows and learns to balance the two sides, he becomes stronger, because of his experiences. The interaction of those two forces causes growth. So weather it is an old GMC Sierra sans the Sierra or the new GMC Sierra with the Sierra, there is a young man that now has a greater perspective on life. I do have to say, a perspective that does not want dad prying off the Sierra on the new truck with a screwdriver. At least the young man is a happy one. And so is the truck, it has its name . . .
But that bumper looks like it needs an adult bumper sticker . . .
Today Elizabeth is eight months old. We go out to the garden almost every day to look at the plants grow. She eats little sprigs of broccoli off the broccoli pants as well as chews on the snap peas. The past few days she has grabbed a small piece of a kale leaf to chew on. When the carrots and beets are ready we will have to munch on those as well. As for now, she is definitely, cuter than a garden gnome, even without the pointy red hat . . .
Elizabeth and I went out to the garden today at lunch and looked at the beet, carrot, onion and tomato plants as well as several other plants in the garden. Today was the big question, can you see a tomato yet? We think we see a tiny one. Only time will tell.
The only other question is, what is the purpose of a “tomato cage” in the garden? You can form your own answer.