The kitty costume isn’t working out well. (Max hates it.)
But it’s fun to be someone else. Plants do it all the time.
Here is the Meyer Lemon masquerading as a fruit vendor.
This is a greenhouse cucumber, but it’s pretending to be a pole dancer.
Last year we had such a great little greenhouse crop from these cucumbers (Rocky hybrid). I had two pots of them then; this year I have four. The cucumbers will be about four inches long and picking one in winter feels like winning a prize. It might be that a little risqué dance music would move the plant more quickly up the pole…
But they are already growing tiny cucumbers.
I cut back these hollyhocks after the blooms died. Now they are pretending to be spring plants. I think it must be a defense mechanism to — you know– keep them cheerful with winter coming. (I use chocolate.)
This bunny once belonged to my mother. It’s been in my garden since her death, two summers back… A couple months ago I got a call from her, in a dream.
My telephone rang, and there was her voice. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but it sounded important.
“I can’t understand you,” I said.
She repeated the words.
“It’s a terrible connection!” I said, and then,”Can I call you back?”
But she was gone.
I keep waiting to hear from her again, and wondering. Wish I’d gotten the number…
Here is an antique mask, and it can turn anyone into a rabbit. I hang it on the wall like sculpture. It was originally made for children, but now, oddly, it frightens them.
Who we are shifts around a little, depending upon where we find ourselves. I met an Oregon artist once, named Jed Thomas. He felt that we all wear masks, all the time.
When we dress in holiday costumes at least we are deliberate about it, and aware, and it’s fun.