As he was cutting the grass at the bottom of the garden yesterday, Christopher found a little bun. Like an actual bun, it was soft and round and small: about four inches from nose to tail.
We were afraid he might have injured it (or others we hadn’t found yet). But after giving the whole area a good once over, we were satisfied there were no casualties. Instead, to our delight, we found another tiny bunny.
C placed one gently in the hedge, out of harm’s way. The second decided he’d rather not be handled and followed on his own. But only half and hour later, one returned. He lay calmly sunning himself in the grass while I planted a little tree just 15 feet away.
(We gave him a strawberry, but he never ate it. Do rabbits even like strawberries?)
There were cardinals, too, and chipmunks, and a pair of goldfinches. Later, driving into town, we saw a circumspect groundhog at the side of the road and two deer grazing in a field.
Sometimes, it’s like we’re living in a Disney film.
fallen tree becomes garden pathway
Hey, Stegelburg Forestry, what about this for some of our downed trees? You’d get to use the chainsaw a LOT.
Christopher took this picture just before we went to the WORN Prom.
About six years ago, I was working at the Old Clothing Show with Rachel. (It’s just the “clothing show” now, and it’s not that great.)
I saw this dress a few booths over from ours. It was so absurd—floor length and satin. I loved it. I was also pretty broke. But Rachel (the girl who only wears black) convinced me I’d get my money’s worth out of it. “You can use it in a photo shoot,” she said.
So maybe a year later, I did. Since then, this fantastic bit of foolishness had been sitting in a bag in my closet until…
It took up half the living room. And half the taxi as well.
(a picture of both of us coming soon)
Another view of the orchard
The house is on my left, here, with a dense row of trees and bushes separating the main yard and garden from the orchard to my right.
Look at how beautifully Christopher cut the grass (even though he thought it was a bit pointless). It looks like something out of a dream.
Clockwise from top: the greenhouse, the driveway, and our snowball bush (which is most definitely a tree now) in bloom.
City trees and country trees
This tree (which is actually two trees) was rescued, along with one other, from a city job site about six years ago. Since then, they’ve been growing (and growing and growing) in large pots on our deck.
We finally brought them out to the house. This is our first transplant, which we placed next to an old tree that fell during some bad weather last year. Our little tree has a sunny spot next to the creek with a magnificent view of the neighbouring corn field.
We’ll plant the other tree on the other side of the stump once we clear away the dead wood.
The hedge tunnels
Now we have discovered the trimmer (it was in our garage the whole time!) we’ll definitely carve out more of these. They make me wish I was a kid again. They are exactly kid-size.
The next few posts will be very very green.
Because everything at Stegelburg is very very green.
This is a view heading into the orchard. We’ll try to keep things somewhat tidy there this summer so we can see how the trees are doing. They all need pruning (but that won’t happen for a while).
I have proposed an idea to build a very small one-room cottage in the middle of all this—with just enough room for a bed, table and chair, and a small woodstove.
Best guest room ever.
The fox: clearly a thoughtful fellow.