So for a few years now the trees have grown to the point where the garden gets only a few hours daily of strong sunlight. Also for a few years, the pool has been disassembled and gone (or mostly so; a metal cutter is needed to take down the deck). It is fairly logical then that the old garden be turned into lawn and the pool area be upgraded to garden.
There were a few things to consider before this could be done: whether there was a layer of crushed stone beneath the smooth sand (there isn’t, hooray!); whether the area could be converted via the Miracle of The Soil into fertility (peat moss, lime, and some earth from the woods); and whether it could be easily fenced in from critters. Aye, there’s the rub.
As soon as I swung the first touch of the hoe, a rabbit darted out from a clump of ferns and weeds that had grown beneath the pool decking. A mama wabbit, most likely; not a single gal I can scare away from the area where, naturally, I don’t think the inclusion of rabbits among vegies is the most productive concept.
So back inside I tromp, ready to complain here and then get on Google and find out how long it’s going to take for baby wabbits to be safely moved. Does mama move them, like a cat or a dog? Will they find a place as suitable? I don’t care for stewed rabbit so that’s out…
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