Signs of Spring

The main sign of spring is me moving the compost cage to a new location. I'm sure passers-by mark the day as the official start of the season.

Even before I  heard the peepers on the pond or spotted the Tiny Blue Flowers, I was pounding in fence posts for the new cage. This one is a biggie. First, I added quantities of spent leaves and stalks from the 14 cow fence daylilies. Naturally, I'd already tossed them over the garden fence in another spot, necessitating carrying armloads around the hillside.

Next, I shoveled the winter's worth of kitchen scraps and chicken manure from the cylinder. Bailing the pond liner was next. Many night crawlers lost their lives in the murky depths, and it smelled like it.

Back at last year's cage, I raked off the parts that didn't break down and added them to the new pile. It reminded me of Baked Alaska, not that I've ever had any. Anyway, the goodie was on the inside. The boards remain to be added to the new cage, or possibly I'll just use old tarps to stop the breezes from drying everything out.

A wet spring was made that possibility seem remote. When I pulled up fence posts, there were slurping noises. When the pond liner remained empty, it floated on the ground water. The next night, three inches of rain put it back in its place.

Nights are still cold but the Sun is seen  after behaving more like the Moon, with prolonged unexcused absences. I believe that while it is away, there is a 25-Watt Faux Sun that appears behind the clouds and provides less light and no warmth.