{"id":35466,"date":"2018-03-04T11:45:29","date_gmt":"2018-03-04T19:45:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/?p=35466"},"modified":"2018-03-04T12:24:57","modified_gmt":"2018-03-04T20:24:57","slug":"theyre-everywhere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2018\/03\/04\/theyre-everywhere\/","title":{"rendered":"They&#8217;re everywhere"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I ate breakfast this morning on the screen porch. Fresh blueberries in Greek yogurt with honey from the dear Friends of the Blog at <a href=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2017\/10\/18\/rainy-day-cheer\/\" target=\"_blank\">Molon Labe Apiary<\/a>. (I used the honey their bees produced during last summer&#8217;s wildfires, which I hope they did end up calling Smoking Gun, per Ellendra&#8217;s suggestion.)<\/p>\n<p>It was only in the low 40s, but mild and pleasant. The screen porch looks out on the fern-covered hill that rises just 12 feet from the back wall. Between house and hill is a <a href=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2017\/09\/12\/you-load-3-34-tons-and-whadda-ya-get\/\" target=\"_blank\">small gravel plain<\/a> that will eventually be a patio. It&#8217;s a teeny, tiny view, but it&#8217;s lovely and intimate and it was created through much, much hard labor by both The Wandering Monk and me.<\/p>\n<p>If you stood out there and looked in, you&#8217;d not only see inside the porch, but into my bedroom, whose glass door is as yet uncovered by any blind or curtain. <\/p>\n<p>Private as I am, you know how much I&#8217;d dislike the thought of anyone peering in at my bed. But as I&#8217;ve considered how best to cover that glass without lessening my own view, I&#8217;ve comforted myself with the belief that nobody&#8217;s going to do any illicit snooping. Who &#8212; other than some unlikely bad guy willing to take his life into his hands &#8212; is going to sneak into a narrow space behind the house that is obviously, blatantly, visibly my private backyard?<\/p>\n<p>Then I looked up from those delicious blueberries and saw the slip of printed paper folded between the screen door and the frame:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/Watchtower_030418.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/Watchtower_030418-757x800.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"757\" height=\"800\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-35467\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/Watchtower_030418-757x800.jpg 757w, https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/Watchtower_030418-426x450.jpg 426w, https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/Watchtower_030418-768x812.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/Watchtower_030418.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 757px) 100vw, 757px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Who&#8217;s going to creep into my obviously private backyard and peer into my bedroom? The Watchtower people, of course. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve never particularly minded them, but this is taking things way, way too far. I&#8217;m putting a shoji screen in front of the bedroom door for now and the no-trespassing signs are going up shortly thereafter. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I ate breakfast this morning on the screen porch. Fresh blueberries in Greek yogurt with honey from the dear Friends of the Blog at Molon Labe Apiary. (I used the honey their bees produced during last summer&#8217;s wildfires, which I hope they did end up calling Smoking Gun, per Ellendra&#8217;s suggestion.) It was only in the low 40s, but mild and pleasant. The screen porch looks out on the fern-covered hill that rises just 12 feet from the back wall. Between house and hill is a small gravel plain that will eventually be a patio. It&#8217;s a teeny, tiny view,&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/2018\/03\/04\/theyre-everywhere\/\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">They&#8217;re everywhere<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,31],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35466","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-religion","category-rural-and-small-town-living","ratio-natural","entry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35466","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35466"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35466\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35488,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35466\/revisions\/35488"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35466"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35466"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.clairewolfe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35466"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}