Remains of the day

Or, how to lose your glasses and an earring while wearing them.

The back corner of the garden where the chair and table are placed needed a lot of cleaning out. The brick edging for the plot was completely overgrown.

BEFORE:


AFTER:


Not glamorous and the sun moved as I worked so "AFTER" looks almost like a completely different place.

And a few critters.
Snail (it only looks good large):



My upstairs neighbor has dug two ponds in his section of the garden. Frogs (or toads) love it. They also love to eat snail and slugs! So, this is the 2nd pond at the very back of the garden, near the foxes den.
Frog (also looks better large, but...):


He also build a fox den with the branches & brush from his pruning last year.
Fox Den (photo is by bluewingteal):


During my back-and-forth through the garden, I surprised the grown-up fox and later saw the back-end of a little one making a hasty retreat. Fluffy!

I'd placed the medicine sandwiches out and I returned inside for the evening. I perched with camera at the bathroom window and waited. First, the mommy fox roamed through checking things out. Certain that I was gone, she retreated to the back of the garden and a few minutes later she and her babies re-appeared. It was really too dark and they were racing around. 4 kits and their mom. They were having a great old time. They raced each other all over the front (my part) of the garden. Someone went into the bike shed, up and around my shelf of seedlings and to the edge of the entry alleyway. Eventually someone ate some of the sandwich pieces I could see. But they continued racing and rolling around on the grass in the shaded areas. All over. Quite fun.

Now, everyday seems to involve a loss of some kind. Yesterday was the keys locked in and me locked out. So, on this day, somewhere after weeding and before the fox sitings I lost my glasses. A remarkable feat in some ways because they were on top of my head. And yet, I could. not. find. them. I walked back and forth, squinted, then gave up. In the end it's a miracle I didn't step on them but they were found. Not where I was looking, of course.

Then there was the earring. Before the glasses but after the weeding one of my earrings popped free. When I felt it pull free I froze, I stood still and yet it escaped me, fell to the ground. I went stood and looked down, slowly. Then got on hands and knees, I think I know what fox poo looks like now, maybe not, anyway, no earring. I couldn't give up, it was there. Eventually found. A bit away from where my focus had been, and under some grass. Adventures in gardening with dilly. :\