Frogs all last night: a floor – a wall – of sound, strong enough to hold
me in my sleep.
This morning I transplanted our three scrawny azalea bushes to a
south-facing, pine needle-bedded spot where they should be more
at home, and hopefully less scrawny.
I also sharpened a new hoe, not as sharp as it should be, but sharp enough
to whack the weedy paths of the vegetable garden – full of dandelions. I’ll
probably try smothering them with another layer of straw, too.