We have finally been getting rain after an extended dry period. I can stop worrying about the most critical things in the garden; these being recent transplants, fruiting strawberries, and garlic. I've grown garlic for many years but I have never seen as good a potential crop as this year.-- some of the greens are as thick as leeks. Am even dreaming about entering a few of the better bulbs in the Cookstown agricultural fair in the fall. The strawberry crop also promises to be a fine one. I have to battle squirrels, robins, and my Border Collie for that, however.
Robins and cardinals have done my property the high honour of nesting within it. The robins are in plain view on a ledge on my house and I can easily watch their progress. Of the two nestlings one was clearly more mature and it left the nest this afternoon -- flew away into the spruce forest. I am deeply worried about its smaller sibling still in the nest. The cardinal nest is insubstantial compared to that of the robins, but is so well hidden that I've yet to see what the nestlings look like. I was surprised to hear the female singing as she sat on her eggs.
The photo shows the tarp that I have as a boundary for the garden -- it not only keeps weeds away but also clears new garden space with little trouble. I was making compost tea in the barrel, but had to give that up when it began to generate far too many mosquitoes.
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