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Planted the last eight plants - all ferns - so that task is now done.

Actually had a great Sunday all around - started out blasting out some choral music and continued listening to it during breaks throughout the day: Arvo Part's Te Deum and some other works, Carl Orff's Catulli Carmina, Trionfo Di Afrodite, and - currently playing - Carmina Burana, and, coming up next, Janacek's Glagolitic Mass, Dvorak's Te Deum, Op. 103, and wrapping it up (of course!) with Mozart's Requiem.

Did a few morning chores - cat food, cleaned out the bird bath, watered the six plants that went in the ground yesterday and made sure the eight in a holding pattern hadn't dried out in their containers - and then zipped out to Marzen's for some expanding foam and steel wool ("Mouseproofing?", asked - I think - the owner, and he got that right). Also found a nicer pair of grass shears. The prior pair was maybe a little too cheap, and it's given me trouble - Justin uses it more and when I asked him about it he complained up and down about them. This pair seems a bit more sturdy.

Went to the Giant for a couple meals worth of food - some Boars Head hot dogs (one of the best rated by CR, also one of the least sodium), some tilapia, an asian pear, mango, peppino melon, grapes, and a couple of yellow peppers - as well as a few snacks for the week, all organic trail mix type stuff (no salt, no sulphur; pineapples, papaya, ginger slices, and a cranberry trail mix). Ran into one of the neighbors on the way in and chatted for a bit. Filled up the 5 gallon gas tank and a little more than 12 gallons into the car's tank. I should be able to mow on the first rainless evening this coming week.

Got home and polished off a handful of grapes, then sealed off all the outside corner openings. I've seen mice, chipmunks, and snakes use those little doorways into the walls before, so who knows what else might be using them, but they'll have to eat foam and steel wool to do so now! I actually used a lot less foam then I thought I would - went around and sealed up a bunch of other openings inside and out, down cellar, in the garage, and so on. Some night next week - or next weekend - I'll trim the excess off so it doesn't have the off-white blob look. I knocked on a couple of neighboring doors until I found someone at home - the new folks across the street - and handed off the can to them to get what use they could out of it. After a few hours the whole can will be solidified, so it's kind of a use-it-or-lose-it thing. I got my money's worth, and if someone else can make use of the rest, that's even better.

After that, I planted the second Christmas fern and the first of three Matteuccia struthiopteris (Pteretis pensylvanica) (ostrich fern). The Christmas fern - evergreen - is on the other side of the stepping stones and the false cypress from the one planted yesterday. The ostrich fern - smallest of the trio - went in a little further along, just beyond the electrical access and before the serviceberry.

Grabbed a quick drink of ice tea and some grapes, and then put one of the larger ostrich ferns in along the "hook" at the top of Stone Stream, in the middle of the triangle formed by the crepe myrtle, American fringe tree, and variegated cherry laurel. Over by the kitchen corner, I put in an Osmunda cinnamomea (cinnamon fern) and an Osmunda claytoniana (interrupted fern). I've been wanting to get a cinnamon fern since - well, probably since I was planning out the yard in Watertown eleven or twelve years ago. This particular location, however, was selected from day one that I saw it. I held off to allow the foundation backbone shrubs to grow, but the native ferns are filling the area in. I wanted to get one of these in - also, technically, a native to the area - while there's a chance.

Along the family room wall, between the oakleaf hydrangea and the Japanese pieris on the corner, there was a bit of space not filled with fern or this as-yet-unidentified-creeper, and the second cinnamon fern went in there. The last ostrich fern will stand tall - about three to five feet or so - right at the corner of the driveway, next to the columnar English yew. Before I put it in the ground, I hauled the grill out and started it warming up. Once it was in the ground, I started a few dogs and then put the last plant in the ground while the food was cooking. The last fern went in under the kiwi, near the driveway, and is the evergreen Dryopteris marginalis (marginal woodfern). After that was done, I cleaned off the tools and went inside to eat.

Now that's all done, I need to stretch a bit after this relaxation time, and then go back out to put everything away!
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As those who may remember from either reading about past cookouts or actually being present, the wildlife I speak of as being in abundance on my property makes itself scarce when guests arrive. Took my parents many, many visits before they glimpsed a rodentdeer, even as vast herds make their way to-and-fro (a phrase which is used here to indicate that they trample back and forth, nibbling on whatever I plant.) It is of no surprise, then, that the day before a cookout is marked by several excellent sightings.

A chipmunk - who later scolded from the safety of the forest floor undergrowth - ran from the pitch pine near Stone Stream into the Middle Woods.

A red tailed hawk looped overhead, approaching us, crying out over and over, until it finally dived into the Middle Woods (possibly silencing the aforementioned chipmunk, or one of its relations.)

A pileated woodpecker went from tree to tree, giving us great profile views, as well as one flight right towards us, that veered off into the canopy about fifty feet away and fifty feet up. It sounded its very recognizable call several times, providing additional entertainment value.

The robin couple which is often seen walking around the yard (and, hopefully, munching on things munching on the lawn...) hung out for a while in the kiwi. An earlier near-sighting (which was, technically, a far-sighting and a near-miss) was *probably* of one of the couple or another friend of theirs, but looked to be pure black... too quick for me to be sure, though.

A hummingbird zipped along, just at the edge of my vision, beyond the meadow.

A couple of colorful butterflies fluttered by, circling the iris like sharks, but neither one nor the other actually sampled any nectar.

A grasshopper hopped along the front of the porch, his journey ending when he foolishly jumped headlong into the wall below the garage window and dropped like a stone.

The crow family was out and about, arguing about the usual things, and scattering in and around the trees.

Justin caught sight of something - possibly the hawk or woodpecker - through the trees of Middle Woods.

A chipping sparrow pecked around the island in Stone Stream. This is curious in that it was the second time a lone chip was seen doing his thing - usually these guys come in vast hordes and descend upon the lawn. Or the sides of trees. Or circle in three dimensions like whirling dervishes with anti-grav belts.

Even if none of those characters makes themselves known when folks are over tomorrow, they will be able to see the mountain laurels which are very nearly blooming, and the iris, which are in full bloom. The azaleas, sadly, have called it quits until next spring.
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A few days ago, I was standing out on the porch, and I suffered grievous abuse, berated up and down with language that would make a sailor blush.

No, it wasn't Deb, why do you ask?

You see, I stepped out on to the porch, and saw movement under the swinging chair. As I started to investigate, a chipmunk ran out from that area and dived into one of the cat beds. I flipped it over, but before I could get the other one on top to capture the little booger, it darted up and out, ran along the porch edge, hidden by the ferns, and proceeded to rip me a new one, as only a foul-mouthed little rodent can.

I took a step towards it, and it ran down along the foundation and into one of the cellar window wells, where it continued its verbal abuse.

And where were the cats when all this happened? Down at the end of the driveway, lounging in the azaleas. Oy.
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Got part of the lawn mowed today - hoping to do the rest in the evening. Might also move the iris from the garage wall (where the black?/rasp? -berry bramble is growing and plant them along the stone stream.

The other day the three mixed foxglove arrived from Gurney'sm and we planted them by the hosta along the stone stream. Been so long since the mulberry trees arrived, I thought the company had forgotten about them, which I wouldn't have complained about - I hadn't paid for them yet, and they weren't a critical backbone plant. That said, that should give us 12 foxglove blooming next year - maybe more, as I have to get the 3 Pam's Choice replaced - which will be real nice. Only three this year (mixed - so far all purplish!), as the 3 Strawberry Crush appear to have been eaten by chipmunks. As foxglove are poisonous, surprising if they walked away (far) after eating that meal...

Speaking of chipmunks, Deb rescued another after Tika was playing with it for a while - might actually have been uninjured, though. Not the brightest beasts these chipmunks - I've almost stepped on a couple, Justin picked one up, and Tika wears a bell.

As for other creatures, we watched some bats feeding a few nights ago - nice to just relax on the hammock and watch them. Deb, Justin, and I seem to have been doing quite a lot of twilight lounging - and we all have a number of bug bites to show for it. Seems the citronella candles don't scare all of them away. Perhaps the bats will multiply and take out the little bloodsuckers.

Blueberries are starting to be fairly edible - munched on a few this morning while walking and watching the cool fog roll off the trees. Had a few after mowing and they taste *much* better in the cool morning than after they've had some hot sun on them. At this point, there's not a single point in our yard (lawn and house foundation excepted) where you're not ten feet away from a nice, ripe blueberry. Of course, the rest of the ones on the shrub aren't quite ready yet...
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- Had a great Fat-Head's Day yesterday; Justin made me a little breakfast (croissants and sausages for appetizers, scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon, and pancakes with a maple syrup that tasted one step away from maple sugar candies); they made me a tie-dye shirt at Science Fun; and I got a DVD of Trading Places (adding some much needed comedy to the collection.) Brandon gave me a gift later in the day - when he gets angry he comes close to talking, and, at one point, after waking up from his nap, he called out something that sounded an awful lot like "I want my dada!"

- Brandon's been repeating the "dada" bit some more; when I came in from the grill at dinner tonight, he looked up from his high chair and said something like "there's dada!" All in all, it's pretty cool.

- Saw three chipmunks today (possibly ony two different animals) as well as a number of robins (including the two that inspired Moments,) sparrows, and a few ovenbirds. Flock o' crows also came through the trees.

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