This morning I confirmed the trees outside the far end of the goat pasture are some type of Rhus (sumac) and not the dreaded Ailanthus altissima. That’s good, because I’m going to be battling the suckering hell of the Ailanthus (tree-of-heaven, my ass) in the back treeline forever.
Today fiber was laid up to the side of the house. The workers dug up a hosta, which I replanted this evening. They also moved my wintersowing containers around, in some cases stacking them up, which was not really ok, but I moved all the containers around the Shed Bed soon and detected no damage.
The workers also hit (and repaired) two separate water lines (apparently there is a right mess of current and old conduits between my house and shed), and dug in a bunch of directions trying to avoid them. The lead guy apologized and reassured me they’d fill, seed, and straw-cover it. I asked, “Seed? As in grass seed?” He confirmed. I said, “PLEASE DO NOT. I am trying to get rid of grass! I don’t want more!”
After work, I worked on bermuda grass removal in the area between Squash Mountain and Blackberry Bar.
Inkpot laid an egg in the front daylilies.
Lurkey flew into the neighbors’ chicken run at dusk and got scared by their dog, which caused him to fly out, and across my back yard. He landed in the side yard between house and goat pasture, and ran across the road and the field over there. I last saw him entering the treeline. This will be the first evening he hasn’t roosted in the giant sugar maple behind my neighbors’ house since December.