The glacier in the back yard started to retreat yesterday. There was much joy! Much puttering about was done! Supper was late! Perma-dirt under the fingernails was initiated!
There's a long way to go yet of course. Along the edges it still looks like this:
|The rhubarb patch. Hahahahaha.|
It's a (very) good thing that we aren't fussy about the state of our lawn, because it's a particularly interesting mess this year. Seems the mole population is doing well ..
|free potting soil! thanks moles!|
|with boot for scale|
|They better close up the entry points|
before the garter snakes wake up.
|Hmm. This one's tiny. Mole? |
For the few days of glacier retreat season we're treated to a glimpse of 'The Webs'.
Not spider webs, they seem to be
|Trippy, am I right?|
|What in tarnation?|
This year, there's something new.
|Oh, they're apples!|
It wasn't until I saw a second one that I figured out what these blobs are. Or I guess I should say were.
I suppose to those of you picnicking on green lawns under blossoming cherry trees this is all a bit dull?
No back yard is complete without them.
No wonder the sight of lowly moss on a stump can send a person's heart into a delighted dance of dysrhythmia.
As much as I love being able to
I love the in-between-ness of this time of year, the reminder that decay is essential to growth. That's one of the reasons we don't 'tidy up' our yard in the autumn, we want those mysterious webs and the fragrances of dead grasses and rotting stumps.
And then this is all the more delightful:
|in 24 hours I'll have pollen on my nose.|