Young’s Weeping Birch
Young’s Weeping Birch, sans a few leaves, which makes it’s structure easier to see.
First Propagation
I couldn’t transplant a beautiful rhododendron that had long outgrown where it was planted, so I decided to propagate it through a process called “layering.”
Big Rocks Reclamation Project
I have come around the southern corner of the rock retaining wall and recognized other signs that tell me it existed although I could not see it. Like the soaker hose system installed at the southern end of the house.
The Voice of God
So there I am, minding my own business as usual, when a thought pops into my head.
“It’s time to retire from teaching yoga now.”
Spelunking
So there I am, minding my own business, looking at the embankment just outside my front door. I’ve been living here almost three years, and the ivy, salal and Oregon Grape have certainly had their way with the front “yard.” They seem a befitting counterpart to the 14 gigantor fir trees under which they sprawl.
And then I had a thought: “Huh. What am I looking at?”