Originally published at The Cheesecake Thickens on May 14, 2012.
Howdy. I'm the Turtle. Ranunculus Turtle, to be exact, but no one
knows how to spell that, let alone say that, so they just call me
"Turtle." On occasion, they call me "Snapping Turtle," but I'm fairly
Although capable of surprising speed when food is
involved, I took a while to climb the stairs to the Granny Flat here at
The Cheesecake Thickens. Yes, the food is good, but the view hasn't
turned out to be quite what anyone expected. The adoring crowds chanting
our names and throwing little pickles are noticeably absent. Taller
buildings with penthouse apartments block good chunks of sky and excite a
certain sense of restlessness. We may sip tea and nibble cheesecake,
but it's in between marketing pushes and all-night writing sessions and
wrestling with bloated expectations.
My decision to climb these
stairs was a long, hard process. It's far easier to graze for fallen
strawberries and chocolate on the ground than go hunting out the table
top, but - as much as I might wish otherwise - I don't think life is
meant to be easy. I think we're supposed to struggle.
I will rest
here in the flat for a little while, but not forever, I hope. I suspect
if I move enough furniture or wall coverings or bookcases, I'll find a
door hiding a set of stairs leading inward and upward. Naturally, I'll
be forced to climb them in search of bigger strawberries and
Until then, have a seat, have a cup of
tea and keep your hands off my plate or you'll find out just how hard I
can snap. Turtles don't share food.
Except for tomatoes. Take as many of those as you like.