For the past couple of weeks, I've spent almost every spare minute working on various outdoor projects in the yard. One was to clear out a large overgrown and too-long-neglected corner on the hill bordered by the driveway and my neighbor's yard. This began by raking up and carting to the compost heap perhaps a hundred wheelbarrow loads of leaves and similar organic debris. Then a hundred or so semi-boulders—up to basketball size—mostly buried, but sticking up high enough to catch the mower blade; all had to be pried/dug/wrestled from the grounds and carted/carried/rolled off. The remaining craters had to be filled in afterwards.
After that, I laid out and began digging a new planting bed at the base of the raw bank where the neighbor's property drops off to mine. Once the bed was fashioned, additional fill had to be dug and wheelbarrowed over from a mound of topsoil I have in another area of the yard. That is still ongoing. So is the cut limestone blocks border I'm building to surround this new bed.
Finishing this bed had been put on temporary hold because my uphill neighbor and I decided to put in a retaining wall out of railroad ties on the area of raw, eroding bank on the steep part of the slope between our two yards. I said I'd do most of the work if he bought the ties. We just got started on that on Friday—and so far, have two ties more-or-less in place. I'd guess we'll need a dozen or so to complete the job.
It rained Friday evening and was in the 40s˚F and cloudy all day yesterday. Myladylove, who had the day off, built a hearthfire and we worked inside. It's supposed to reach the low 70s˚ today, but may rain, so we might not get much outdoor work done today, either. Which is okay by me, as my body can use another day of not lifting spine-cracking boulders and those mule-herniating railroad ties.
I did manage one photo yesterday, of a great blue heron who fished around the pool in front of the cottage. I watched him off-and-on for the better part of an hour, but never saw him take a single fish or even make a stab at anything. Finally, he flapped off to try his luck a hundred yards downstream. I hope he eventually managed to nab his supper.