I’ve been weeding the fence line bed for two days. Fuck everything about wild onion, BTW. In good (if more digging) news, my trees (sticks, really, but healthy sticks) from the Arbor Day Foundation arrived. Four each of American mountain-ash and downy serviceberry, plus two free little forsythia and a free red maple. They’ll have to wait in water until I get home from work tomorrow. In good news that doesn’t mean more work…my sign!

I still don’t have signposts for my Monarch Waystation sign and this one, but I work in a metal fab shop…I’ll find something.

Fuck everything about these bastards.

I already had the posts, but today, B gave me the last 20′ left over from a repair we did on an antique fence (last year?) He also gave me T-post clips, and the loan of a post-smasher  (not the technical term, but appropriate). I’m going to make a trellis for cardinal climber and scarlet runner bean outside the south window of the Man Cave  (with P’s permission). Deh-day and Miffy can watch MLBs up close, and no neighbours can make me trim it (and I won’t). I’m painting it green to match the posts.

Speaking of MLBs, P saw one this morning, but I didn’t get to see him. I left work a little early to weed, but decided I’d better water my seeds first. I caught something out of the corner of my eye and thought it was a dragonfly…until the hummingbird flew through the hose spray! I froze, and he flew through a few more times, then off he went. We both saw him at the feeders this evening. I hope he’ll stay, but I’ll understand if he has to keep going north.