It rained hard last night, but that was nothing compared to the windy deluge we got at 1530h today. When someone said it was hailing, I thought, “My garden is fucked,” and expected to come home to flat, torn up plants. Nope. Just the purple tansy Onje flattens when he sleeps in them (I hate that). Not only that, but the beans broke ground–yay!

I decided to move the itsy-bitsy hardy fuchsia outside; they’re leaning toward the window, and not growing much. Plus, with the air on, they dry out too fast. I had five cups with seedlings;  I put three in one bigger pot, and one each in two smaller pots.

Since they may want more light, but are still much too delicate for IL sun in June (one more day), I put them in the weird little corner patio flowerbed,  in the shade of a big daylily (only thing a goddamned daylily is good for).

While I was getting pots, I found some snails. Pretty big ones, and you know I’m a bug nerd because I took pictures with my phone, and even on a small screen, I could still tell that the tiny red blob was a bug nymph. I took better pictures of him with my Canon, but I recognised him with a cellphone picture of his butt. I thought he must be an assassin because of the foldy-downy antennae, but closer inspection of macro photos and a trip to BG reveals they’re slightly clubbed, not tapered, so he’s probably a coreid.

I bought some swamp mallow (can’t remember how to spell the “mosch…” bit ATM) on eBay this morning, so I guess I’ll be digging holes and contemplating the fun it won’t be, digging up the grass to make that area one big specimen shrub/flower bed. It’ll be much easier to mow if I do, though.

I keep forgetting to post this; it’s a Cabbage White egg, laid of the cabbage I grew for them to do just that.