I should probably buy a new sprinkler.
I haven’t decided. This one used to be cute. Now it’s… well. If you don’t hear from me for 24 hours, come see if it’s eaten my family in our sleep, okay? Thanks.
The garden is going well. I have flowers again. The squirrels got the first of my tomatoes, but I should have more soon. Ian’s watermelon is planning a hostile takeover of the sidewalk. We are seeing some bees in our pollinator habitat, but still painfully few butterflies. One monarch, and an unconfirmed, possibly black butterfly from a distance. The milkweed is strong and sturdy, but no flowers yet, and it doesn’t seem to be as tall as I’d have expected for this point in the year. We’ll see what happens. (But! Still Not Dead.)
And it seems our wren family has fledged, although I didn’t see it happen. We visited a local park that has a Monarch Waystation over the weekend, and I got a chance to geek out over some of the species I’ve been contemplating but haven’t planted yet. FYI? Joe Pye Weed is TALL. Like, taller than Sean Connery tall. I’m going to have to plan carefully before I add that.
Oh, and I still have enough black eyed susans to outfit all comers. Really. I’ll dig some up for you.