Garden Start

After weeks of relentless rain, I got my garden ready for planting, and even set the centerpiece of wild potatoes and onions that were lurking in -- and busting out of -- my kitchen cabinet. They'll be a treat for the garden critters I'm sure, but will also pop out flowers this summer (if the critters don't eat those too.) The perimeter is given to lettuce seeds...

Flood waters.

Lopstick is officially flooded... but that means the good folks on Back Lake Lane get a break from the bark beast . Apparently the dog next door will not swim and bark at the same time. I've seen Shenan let the thing out to dog-paddle around a few times, and nary a yip nor yap is heard during the water aerobics. After a couple laps around the trailer, the dog swims up to Shenan's front porch, heaves it's water-logged self onto the concrete slab, and returns about half the flood water to the yard in vigorous shakes of its wooly fur.

But first flowers burst forth!

Another wet weekend resoaked my garden... and the mud patch is still covered with pine needles and oak leaves. But the climbing vines and bushes love the rain! Buds hear the rain as music and bloom. And I managed to snap a few photos in between downpours...

Floody mud...

After a month of rain, the usually tethered and white woolly mammoth next door is now roaming free and black, and is even more massive, as it now has maybe about 11.0231 pounds (that's about 5 kilograms for you civilized folks) of mud incorporated into its fur. Good news -- black mud means the soil is rich! As prevailing winds tend from west to east, the spring rains must've have brought all the soil-enriching fumes from Montreal and precipitated them in Lopstick valley. I predict my garden will be especially fruitful this summer...

Shreds to splinters...

Surprisingly, Shenan's fence posts are now gone, and she keeps her dog-beast tethered farther away from my trailer. Maybe she does think it was me who shredded her invitation to tea (or whatever it was) and strewn it all over her yard. No bother; all's well enough that ends well enough! The dog-thing still barks it's head off when I'm in my yard. And if I weren't such an animal-lover, I'd be thinking what a convenient addition to my compost pile a wooly mammoth would be...

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