Must be summer

It must be summer. My yard is so full, I’m down to moving plants around. Some of it is my fault, though. I’ve only been in this yard for about four years, and it’s hard to know how much sun a spot gets when you not only move yards, but latitudes. The sun crosses the sky in different arcs in Michigan as compared to South Carolina, and I was really off in my estimation in a few areas.

So I’ve moved a few things over the years. Some took buckets, some took wheelbarrows. And just when I thought I had it all set, the wind took down one of our mature trees. (This happened about a month ago.) The top that is remaining is chancy, so it’s coming down as well, hopefully sooner as apposed to later–which means the light under it is shifting several hours brighter. (sigh) Which means I’m moving plants yet again.

I shifted a huge, heirloom hosta last night. It’s one of those amazingly fragrant  varieties, and it was already having trouble with the increased light, its leaves pale instead of a deep green. It won’t be truly happy until next year, but at least it’s a start. I already know what I want to plant in its stead, but I’m taking some time to think about how big it’s going to get. I think it will be okay. . .

Work is going good. Yesterday, I found a new chunk of music by chance investigating Solfeggio frequencies. The tones themselves are annoying (Guy liked them) but if they are put to some light tonal shifts, it makes for a very meditative, thought promoting environment. This is the album that I picked up, and its circulating on my ipod. All. Day. Long.

If you missed yesterday’s link to Harper’s 1.99-2.99 sale on my back titles, it’s still going on.