I’m sure that is not the longest title ever put on an ariticle, but I’m sure it is right up there. We have been working very hard getting the yard in shape. It won’t be long now before we will have to mow the lawns. The peas are up and looking very nice.
There is a LOT of work to do around here. Yesterday I worked on the East Prairie; cleaned out the last of the branches of last year’s tiny white asters. Do not be fooled by that name, the flowers are tiny but the plants can be absolutely rampant. They got about 5 feet tall last summer, since they had no competition except for the poke weed and some wild lettuce named fireweed (for some arcane reason).
Let me just say that in my head, fireweed is that amazing magenta flower that grows all over the Alaska Interior, not this 6 foot tall Ozarks giant that has insignificant flowers that the pollinators adore.
Anyway, I got that cleaned up and then we went out to dinner, which was scrumptious. After we got home it was a dead calm so we burned the little brush pile out in the savanna. That has been there about a year and a half, ever since I beat a path through the forsythia thicket so I could work on removing elm sprouts.
Today I cleaned up the garden area around the sauna. Now that has turned into quite the place. My job, now that all the forbs have gotten established, is to keep the honeysuckle and the elm trees from moving in. It blooms all summer with plants I collected seeds from while walking the dog. When I first planted this garden, I put some beautiful day lilies in there, but now that it has turned into a micro prairie, the day lilies have a lot of competition. They bloom, but it is a struggle. The little birds love this garden.
After I got that done, I decided to have a beer and see if I could see any birds at the pond. I was rewarded by a gold finch, who came down to the waterfall for a drink.
He didn’t stay very long. I waited for a while, and Jim came to join me. We sat for a while, and all of a sudden a junco dropped by. This little bird knew darn well we were there, and did not come down to drink. It took a while for me to capture him looking in our direction. It is not safe for little birds, you know, and he was trying to look in all directions at once.
Then I went off for mosquito dunks, and on my way back to the pond I sort of wandered around looking at the yard.
There are about five million violet seedlings in my path, something for future reference. They are invisible in this shot, which is all about the grape hyacinths and the dragon’s teeth.
Other than that, I think it is looking pretty special. I wandered past the Green Man on my way to the pond. I can actually see him this time of year. The bittersweet vine really fills in. Right now it is barely sprouting.
Right behind him is the pond. While I was getting this shot, there were a grackle and a robin in the pond taking a bath. By the time I got around the corner, the grackle was done and had vacated the area.
The robin was very wet.
He sat there for several minutes as I stood frozen on the opposite side of the pond from him. After a while, he decided that he was not sufficiently bathed, and so he hopped back into the pool.
Well. That’s better.
He is even more wet.
But , apparently, not wet enough. Back in he went for another splash.
We have a pretty good sized pile of prunings from the yard, so if the wind calms down at sunset we shall have an Equinoctical bonfire. That will be nice.