decorating the woods

pencil on hot press watercolor paper

Spring is Bustin' Out All Over!

Garden time! and my writing juices are flowing right along with the waking buds. I bit the bullet and went on a wading foray into my little fishpond. I hate to ever do it because of damage I may cause but it has to be done at least once...maybe twice a year. I built up the rock sides that the nightly raccoon knocks down in his fishing ventures. I fished out a bucket of pine needles, oak leaves and algae. I trimmed the dead spikes of reeds and yanked out hands full of pond greenery to open up more spaces for the fish.

Lots of fish wintered over well...orange...black....and orange and black....love em!

I have a little less than a million snails and their eggs, and yards of frog eggs.

Then I went to the teeny pond and started fishing out the oak leaves when I noticed they were covered with snail eggs....oh drat....I destroyed them in the larger pond...all those poor little babies I threw away.....one can only hope the mamas laid eggs on the rocks, too.
I've been weeding and raking in the beds and was sure I was keeping up with things when all of a sudden, two days of sunshine caused an explosion of greenery.

Spring is like my granddaughter...far ahead of me....has more energy than I do..... younger than I am..... waaay cool....and pretty,too