This "four-leaf-clover" plant was a favorite of mine. It is gone now, and one day I will plant another... in my "pond" - (if I dare call it that) -- It was just a small black plastic tub with water, plants and a few fish, but I enjoyed it. Trouble was... the raccoons enjoyed it also. Just the right size for a full-grown chubby raccoon to immerse its whole body for a late night soak. A raccoon bathtub... Not kidding!... I'd hear splashing out there, get out of bed to check, and when I looked outside, there were shiny raccoon eyes looking right back at me from my pond -- just the head of the raccoon sticking up out of the water -- lounging!! --in my pond-- the nerve!! ...completely non-chalant about being discovered in the act. I'd yell... bang things... shine a flashlight in its face... but nothing would scare it off... it just glanced up at me and then went back to feeling around in the bottom of the tub with its little raccoon hands -- fishing, and uprooting everything that grew in there.
Ah, well... living with wildlife...
Speaking of wild life... (haha..) ... After work tonight, we headed next door to check out the St. Patrick's festivities at Lefty O'Doul's... It was a fun night... went in to "just have a beer" and ended up staying for their traditional corned beef and cabbage dinner... (and for the lively action at the piano bar). If you'd like to listen to a wee bit o' SF history, click here for the story of Lefty O'Doul..."the man in the green suit."
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