Worms, Plants, Mulch

Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
- Roethke

What better way to spend a Sunday morning than planting? I’m sure some would disagree, but I believe you’ll find no better proof of a higher power than when you are outside in the morning sun digging in the dirt and listening to the wind blow through the surrounding woods.

I planted a few tiarella wherryi and a few pulmonaria “raspberry splash”.

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