Making a bee-line from the back of the garage to, presumably, the pond.
Brought out the big guns to tackle the massive job of trimming the natives along the back fence line. Two people (one dog), several hours, and eight Betsy-loads added to the burn pile.
The first time we’ve seen one of these guys in the neighbourhood :) hope to cross paths again soon 🤞
Now that Victoria’s 25km travel limit has been lifted it was time we got our official depth-o-pond-o-meter man (@pukatsai) to come out today to see how deep our pond actually is
With nerves of steel (and waders of rubber) he and his trusty leaning pole gracefully stepped out about 2 ½ metres into the abyss, got his nipples wet, and turned right back around again. Verdict: “it’s deep.” Money well spent!
I guess we’re having rabbit for lunch?
This winter was the first time I’d learned to prune roses right back to the stalks — just bare wood, 40–50s tall. Now look at them: going absolutely nuts!