Fifty cents of insurance

A cardboard box to contain the over-spray. I stuck the sharp ends of the wedges into the ground to hold them upright. It is my hope that the triangular facets will not lose their bright paint. I have little hope for the impact surfaces or the surfaces that bear against the wood.

I lose more tools than I want to admit.

It makes sense to invest fifty cents worth of spray paint to make the tools findable.

The wedges were originally black, so I had to give them a base coat of white before I painted them with the fluorescent pink.

We have a Rose-breasted Grosbeak visiting our feeder. I don't know if he/she is sticking around or passing through.

Can you see them?

How about now?

No trick photography. The first spears are very beefy.

This year I had three people who expressed an interest in learning to graft.

Only one of them followed through.

That left me with twenty extra rootstocks. Today I grafted them. To heck with folks who don't follow through. Somebody will take them after I grow them out for a year in the garden.