Joe went away with the boys last weekend and left me alone with a pile of rocks. It was among the most thoughtful things he’s ever done for me.
While the boys were in Maine eating lobster and drinking beer (root beer for the younger crowd) and watching the Portland Sea Dogs, I spent a delightful day of solitude in my woodland garden. (Elsie had to work, but she checked on me when she got home and tossed bottles of water over the fence to me upon request. It’s a family of truly thoughtful types, I have.)
First, I spread the flat stones around my vernal pool, which had always existed, but needed a little clearing out. The muck-shoveling stage was completed last week, and now we just needed to be able to walk around it without falling in. The flat stones are doing an excellent job. I haven’t fallen in once. As far as I know, no one else has, either.
I also dragged down a platform that used to hold our grill but now makes a perfect little dock. The dock provides an excellent vantage point to watch tiny frogs FLIP OUT whenever a human comes near. Frogs are nervous creatures, I’ve come to discover.
I also brought down chairs and benches and tables so there is always a place to sit and read or contemplate nature with a drink and a can of bug spray. (Please, don’t misunderstand, the bug spray is not to consume. That would be silly. But where there are frogs, there are mosquitoes. It’s the natural order of things, and one must be prepared.)
But what woodland garden is complete without fairies and gnomes? I mean, the chance to gnomify is the reason I started working on this woodland garden to begin with. And so now, I have these:
My woodland garden is still very much a work in progress, but if you need me, this is where I’ll be: