OK. Enough with all these pictures of snow and mountains. Brown is beautiful!
Here's what I faced the last few days of this week. My job was to rake the oak leaves off this area of soon-to-be ostrich ferns. Those little black protrusions in the middle ground are ferns. Fiddleheads are just beginning to emerge.
I counted trees yesterday. Surrounding my yard are 42 mature oaks. My arms won't reach around their trunks. They must be 150-200 years old. They drop all their leaves every year, on my garden. I rake them up in the fall and again in the spring. Wind blows them back into the garden. I rake the reappearing leaves again. Wind blows, I rake. Repeat repeat repeat.
See those oak leaves in the background? Some of the leaves I raked off the ferns went there. The rest went into three of my compost piles. I've been raking every day since I cleared out my locker three weeks ago and brought all the ski gear home to MA. I'm now a full-time home gardener. There's still more to rake elsewhere in the garden.
Eyes on the prize. Soon the brown will be green.
Anybody else garden?