This is the time of year that most of us living in the north country know not load up the bird feeders and have due diligence in providing the proper disposal of the trash. If you do not you end up with some unwanted visitors. One neighbor loves her birds and feeds them and our unwanted visitor daily. This morning I found these tracks in our freshly raked top soil (that was ready to be seeded). After closer examination of all of the prints (plus a visual early
this morning) we ascertained Momma Bear weighed approximately 200-225 pounds and had her three cubs tagging along. Thank you Sheryl for the use of your hand in this picture so others can see the size of one of her paws.
So as I continue to clean up the flowerbeds at Kilburn Place, I have to stop and reminisce of my childhood. Henry and Elizabeth Berendse were my neighbors and surrogate grandparents growing up. Both were master gardeners and I’m sure instilled their love of the dirt and all the beautiful things it can give us on me. One of my favorites growing up in Elizabeth’s Secret Garden was the Forget-Me-Nots. So this is in memory of them.
The hosta bed in the front is thoroughly cleaned up and edged. The area is beginning to take some form and color instead of the usual overgrown jungle that the neighborhood had grown accustom to viewing.
I know we don’t divide irises until August. But the husband mowed that corner of the bed not knowing what it was. So I started that task yesterday and finished it today. It also felt great to share some with my friend, Mary, who had stopped by. At least they will be good and rooted for next year.
Heavy rains yesterday kept us from doing a final tilling of the vege bed today. Although we had a few light sprinkles today (nothing that kept me from working), the sun is now out in full force. The same is expected for tomorrow and that Troy Built Pony is gased up and ready to dig it up.
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