Today might have been the best day ever. If you live in a climate that is boring, I pity you. If you live in a climate that has intolerable extremes, ditto. I like weather. I was raised in Southern California and it was dreadfully boring. I wanted snow and hail and odd days with fog and light.
In the Pacific Northwest, when the sun peers though, it is a splendid gift from Mother Nature. Today was such a day. And so we spent the day outdoors planting trees, shrubs and flowers. We don’t have a game plan for the planting area as yet, but sometimes it just doesn’t matter. You plant. Here’s a real treat – if you don’t like where something is planted here – you dig it up and replant it. No harm, no foul.
In between planting, there were frogs to be found. I found the first one and thought it was in a precarious spot. So, I moved it to a better area. Later, another frog started croaking in the same area as the first frog. Oh no – had I interrupted a spring liaison? I found frog #2 and whisked it away to be with his possible friend.
This is only interesting to me, because I have always been a bird-feeder kind of person. Well, the bird feeder at this house has never been touched. After listening to tales during the weekend’s gardening workshops, I realized that our bit of forest needs no help from us. Leave the birds and critters alone. Give them plants for nectar and shelter, but quit with the added mechanical help.
We have added more heather to the plants we purchased last year. The bumblebees have been swarming over them. Apparently, they need all the help they can get, so adding natural plants is the way to go. Spring.