Other than dinner our evening delight was watching our neighbor play coach pitch. We walked to the field (at an elementary school), about 3.6 miles from our house. It was a good walk, with much more up than down. What was even better was that we got a ride home from our neighbor.
Carl had baseball time with his elder-buddies earlier in the day. One of them locked their keys in their car. It sounded like they McGyvered their way in using bits and pieces they had including a small crowbar and a bungie cord.
While this was going on I was working in the yard. Mostly in the raspberry patch. I added some compost on top of the fertilizer I put out yesterday. And hooked up a hose to a drip line I set amongst the raspberries several years ago. I wasn’t sure it would still work, but it seems like it did, so watering was done.
I also found that I had left a half bag of topsoil closed, but in a bucket for the last 4 – 6 weeks. It was outside, under a bush, but outside. It dawned on me that it had rained more than once since then. What could possibly have happened?! So I emptied the incredibly smelly water from the bucket and lugged the very heavy soggy (still in the bag) topsoil to the hole in the backyard where a dead rhody had been removed. The sodden soil was excavated from the bag, into the hole, where it is currently drying out. Until it rains tonight. Sometime soon I will move it around to incorporate it into the ground. I may add some other, dryer topsoil I have as well. I’m not going to replace the rhody this summer. I want the area to recover from whatever killed the rhody, and also from the rhody itself. Rhodys are notorious for not allowing things to thrive under their canopy.
And I saw a squirrel stripping bark off of our fir tree. Apparently they do this to get to the cambrium. If they do too much it can kill the tree, and they have done a lot.
I feel like our yard is a place of doom right now.
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