Wild strawberries, which are said to be deadly when overripe, as these were: deadly because you die of disappointment: no taste, whatsoever. Bummer!
A surprise patch of St. John’s Wort – this after trying to grow it from seed (50 seeds, only one germinated). Thank you!
Hive 3 swarmed on the 16th and alighted in a tree high above the bee yard. It hung in there for four days, though rain and thunder and lightening. It even changed position once. I was thinking: they’re probably regretting it now, as they find the real estate market lacking. Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched. Well, they must have found a place, but where, I do not know. I missed their take-off.
We caught the groundhog that had a nest in our slope. It hadn’t touched out garden (yet), but several of our neighbors will be very relieved.
Our river, the Sudbury, has been very high. Here’s one of Wayland’s streets. The river is also on the other side of it.
Over a couple of hours in the Community Garden plots, we weeded the patch on the right and sowed some of the other half (upper right). What fun to spend time with friends in the field! I think if these beans come through, we can call ourselves farmers. Thank you, friends!
Speaking of growing. Here I am with a jolly bunch of the cutest preschoolers who came to the Hannah Williams Playground Ecological Food Garden to plant herbs and flowers. The event was covered in the local press (here and here).