The apple orchard and house turn 98 this year. The apple trees are for the most part, on their final years and have been producing less. The construction installing new water lines from the pump station, five miles into town has not been kind to them or other living things in the path. They are spreading top soil over the pipeline as I write which will likely be planted with perennial rye (which will make the remaining apple trees and deer happy). Finally rain today and again this evening-much needed. I took advantage of it and split a number of perennials and moved them to other areas in need amongst the 17 beds. Everything is coming up very nicely. The Forget Me Nots are blooming both in my gardens and across the countryside as an indigenous wildflower. Took some Polaroids this evening of apple and lilac blossoms in the studio after getting in from the yard.
“Everything comes to him who waits, except a loaned book.”
― Kin Hubbard