Spring has sprung. The grass is riz.
So, that’s where that old Christmas tree is!
Hmmm. It seems a bit flat. But then, it spent most of the Winter under mountains of snow.
Speaking of mountains of snow, we discovered an interesting phenomenon back in the woods.
On a bunch of the trees, just about where the top of the snow pack was located, the bark seems to have been gnawed off. Here is a closeup.
We suspect that it was hungry squirrels who could not dig down through the ice to find all those hidden acorns. I wonder if they got little, squirrel tummy aches.
And here is another new aspect of Spring for us. Look what is coming out of our sump.
No, not the log! The water. The log is there to keep the pipe from curling back up into it’s fetal position to hide in the bag it came out of.
So far the pump is handling the water, and the basement floor is dry, but you never know what is going to happen.
In spite of all that, inside the plant room we have a bucolic, peaceful jungle.
Got plants?