Labor Days

I got most of the natives planted in the field and shade garden; now it’s just a waiting game until spring.  Even if a few make it, I’ll feel gratified.  It’s starting to look more like a wild garden than a weed field out there.

This little skink was in my wagon with the bagged soil amendments.  Now he lives in the field.

Here are both wild and cultivated flowers, and Misu overseeing.

My son is over today; here he is napping under a tree.

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