According to a recent physical examination, I am "tan-with-pink-undertones and my capillary refill is brisk".
|Bumblebees are amazing. 51 F and they are out there pollinating. This image has Ground Ivy, Deadnettles and Wild Lettuce in the frame.|
|More chaos being bent to the plow|
The first tilling is rough. It chops up the trash and mixes it with enough dirt to accelerate decomposing. If I hit this again in a week and then a week after, it should be good-to-go and only the coarsest corn stalks will be visible.
I do not adhere to the belief that soil must be tilled to the molecular level. My belief is that most of the work can be done by bacteria and fungi if I make the conditions hospitable to them.
The only other notable activity was that I stuffed reticulated foam into the gutters to fend off their filling with leaves.
Frank, one of my coffee drinking buddies favors the foam type guards.
I imagine they will still pick up catkins, flower petals and other junk but perhaps they will dry out and blow away. If not, maybe I can brush them off instead of prying out half-frozen goop.