The Good Earth
Apr. 5th, 2015 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloMatthew turned up with a truckload of manure. He'd intended it for another client who told him at the last moment that they didn't want it. I offered to pay and he said "Just remember I'm in credit with you."
I planted a shrub yesterday. The untreated soil round here is the stiffest clay- and I broke a spade in half trying to lever a clump of some gritty conglomerate out of the hole. I softened things up with a scatter of Matthew's manure.
I saw my first butterfly of the spring this afternoon. A red admiral- sunning itself on a nettlebed.
The cat just brought in another of its little playmates and chased it behind a chest of drawers. So far as I know it's still there. This could run and run.
I planted a shrub yesterday. The untreated soil round here is the stiffest clay- and I broke a spade in half trying to lever a clump of some gritty conglomerate out of the hole. I softened things up with a scatter of Matthew's manure.
I saw my first butterfly of the spring this afternoon. A red admiral- sunning itself on a nettlebed.
The cat just brought in another of its little playmates and chased it behind a chest of drawers. So far as I know it's still there. This could run and run.
