It’s become an absolutely gorgeous day. I took pooch out, and she got to play with lots of other dogs, and I did a few things around the yard. Not too many, because I’m still pretty tired, but at least nobody has to worry about stepping in anything. It’s the kind of day that makes you think of garden catalogues and nurseries and getting your hands dirty.

I do have something of a plan. In the backyard, I’m planting honeysuckle, ferns, and some hostas and fragrant lilies along the fence, and a few more things around the pond. My aim is to create not only privacy, but something of a living odor-eater to put between us and our backyard neighbor’s dog potty. I have to finish moving the logs (our tree guy will come back at some point to split and stack them, but they should be out of the way anyhow) and get mulch onto the rest of the backyard. In front, I need a few more trees near the front edge, plus some shrubs that I might move away from the foundation to there, and some shade-loving plants for ground cover. It’s a good thing that plants mostly tolerate being dug up and moved pretty well. I’ve never been particularly good at planning in advance. Everything I do depends on how well the last thing came out. If it worked, I’m set for the next thing. If it didn’t, I improvise something else. It does mean extra time and effort, but if I think things all the way through, they’re too big/difficult/expensive/prone to ultimate failure to even bother starting. So I’ll get a few things, plant them, move them or keep them as the garden takes form, and go only as far as money and energy take me each year and not worry about it. And I’ll take pictures.