Yes, still cool. Or maybe it qualifies as cold. But digging weeds pumps the blood and warms the soul. The nursery bed is now complete. We’ll plant 200 new trees tomorrow. Hooray. It was a productive morning.

In the afternoon, as the rain fell, Cammy went to Moose Crossing Garden center in Waldoboro to buy more plants. Some might ask, “Don’t you have enough?” The response is (of course) “Never!”

Help is on the way (photo from Eliza Greenman)

Meanwhile I made a trip to Two Loons Farm in South China to obtain several buckets of nature’s finest, straight out of their Jersey Cows’ rear ends. As fresh as fresh can be. I’ll mix it with clay and other stuff and paint it onto the trunks of our apple trees. It’s a biodynamic paste concocted to protect and heal the trees’ bark. I’ve never tried it before so I’ll do a test run this weekend when the dry, warm weather arrives. Some of the apple tree trunks look a bit funky, and I’m hoping that this manure/clay paste will be akin to attending one of those expensive spas at some snazzy resort.

The catbird (Dumetella carolinensis) is back. Nearly all the other birds go home by early evening but not so the catbird. She (he?) was visiting our suet just outside the kitchen window while we were cleaning up after dinner.