We—meaning mostly The Guru—did some chainsaw woodwork, the kind where a half-fallen tree got converted into a brush pile and some firewood. I’m sad that it was the sour cherry and about to bloom. Had to go, though. Have to admit that the birds always got most of the fruit…they are clever, fast beasties.
I can report that the rhubarb survived another winter of inattention. Except for the deer, who made a trail right through two of the plants with their sharp hoofies. Protection has been added in the form of branches and tents of hardware cloth. Hope to clear out the grass before we go…weather, are you listening?, permitting.