|Ohio Spiderwort w/insect|
A quick check showed that all yesterday's plantings survived the midnight digging creature. Not a single one was disturbed. Take that you masked marauder (probably a raccoon). I guess it just couldn't deal with that new fangled wire contraption pinned to freshly turned dirt.
I put a few more Wild Ginger into the new front yard bed along with several clumps of Bottlebrush Grass. There's still a lot of empty space here. I really want to keep this one bed totally native. So I'll transplant some of the Bloodroot from an adjoining bed. I am tempted to divide some Hostas (non native) to help fill in until I get some natives to take up the slack.
I finished planting the remaining Wild Ginger, and Bottlebrush Grass in a wetter area of the backyard woods at the edge of a small ravine. Gathering up my planting tools (including my resurrected trowel) I was surrouned by a raucous chorus of bird song. Apparently several broods of Titmouse had fledged and decided it was time for their parents to bring them food.
As I walked around the front to make sure I had all my tools, I found these late blooming Columbine.
All the rescue plants are planted. Now I can rest for a while and enjoy.