witt's Blog

It was back to cleaning out the beds. I was putting on my gloves when I looked down and there was a salamander on my shirt. I did a little dance accompanied by a few expletives. Yikes. It must have been on my gloves and jumped onto me! I finished with the Rock Garden, and then I started on the Cement Garden. I had to do some repair work where the rain gauge is. The toady frogs had a million tunnels in there. I dug all that up and moved the gauge to the Rock Garden. There are toady frog holes in there too. I was having to put myself in all kinds of contortions to get out the mess without trampling the plants. The spirea was sticking me in the butt and face every whichway I turned. I had to stop and clip off the dead branches before I worked around it anymore. I accidentally cut some green, but no worry, I just poked them into a pot to see if I could root them. I was from one different thing to another all day long. I had to take a lot of breaks because my bender-overer is about shot. It's looking halfway decent out there now.

I put out the rest of the Holland Bulb Booster so that I could take advantage of the rain. We got 3/10ths.

I was blessed with birds. What a colorful sight. There were all the goldfinches, cardinals, the green hummers, and even Mr. Bluebird put on a show. It made all the others look bland, but I enjoyed their antics, too.

I ended the day on the back patio in hopes of bird watching, but there was no activity back there at all. I wonder why. As I sat there, I kept looking at that old rosemary by the Back Forty. One half of it is completely dead from all Mr. Mole's messings. I went out there and tore into it. When I finished getting all the deadwood out, it looked really pitiful. I think that we'll just do away with it altogether. It's not like I don't have any other ones. What is it? Seven more?

As you can expect, I was really pooped at day's end. I was told that I snored all night long. I must have been really tired because it didn't bother me a bit.