We gardened twothree days in a row until after dark. Most of the plants are in the ground now (including more than a dozen I brought home from the local nursery yesterday), and more of the garden space is clipped and mulched and watered. Some newbies are suffering transplant shock. I hope they pull through. I called down the Devas to sanctify the area and watch over it, tend to our startled new friends. I've been resting today, pondering my swelled ankle, cleaning house in the intervals of doing blog maintenance--adding to the blogroll and setting up a new category to contain my loonier conceits. I ran out of steam there before getting to the real meat of things--like, how the universe works--but we still have time. Nothing new, mostly; this knowledge has been around for a gazillion years. But now I experience tiny fireworks explosions in my brain as one by one I grok things I only thought I knew before. And without benefit of ingested substances (beyond my own skewed chemistry).
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Three hours later: I wandered away for a moment and got caught up in plants again. Clipped and mulched and dragged hoses around. It still looks god-awful out there so I won't post a picture just yet. I will tomorrow, probably, though, in the Thoms Creek Garden category, to show progress.
During his visit, Gunter the tortoise mowed down massive amounts of weeds growing up between the stones in the little courtyard--sow thistle and giant burdock, mostly. But not all of them, so I spent time clipping there. I think I'm going to soak it tomorrow, and when the next generation germinates I'll pump everything full of vinegar (which is like homespun Roundup). Once I feel the soil has pretty much returned to normal--in a month, say--I'll pry up the stones and plug it with perennial chamomile.
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Everywhere I go in my office and attached (nonfunctioning) hot-tub room I see a frog. I can't tell whether there's one or many. But I'm finding little frog droppings in the weirdest places--three on the windowsill just now, for example. I repotted the ferns yesterday and introduced a couple of new begonias and hosed out the hot-tub, leaving some puddles. Lots of flies in there. Happy frogs, I guess. I just hope I don't step on any. That happened once at my other house. What a horrible feeling! Crunch.
9:16:42 PM 
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