To The Garden

Yesterday was my idea of heaven. The ice went out of the pond, the frogs started to sing and I spent the day in the garden, the whole day. Every year I tell myself to start slowly and every year I ignore my own advice. Pruned some shrubs and roses, rebuilt some sections of stone walls that Zoe, the wonder dog, had dismantled trying to get at the squirrels and chipmunks. We both blamed the moles. Spent a fair bit of time in my big clomping boots stomping on their tunnels especially along the stone walls. How can such a tiny critter move so much earth? They must be in training for the World Mole Moving Earth Championship. I think I have the winners.

Finding what I need to start in the garden