“Grab a shovel.”
“I just grabbed a beer.”
“Put it back in the refrigerator.”
“We were down by the cemetery and guess what?”
“The Blue Bells are blooming along the river.”
(They look sparse here – but when they bloom in full, the river bottom is carpeted in blue)
“So let’s dig up a truck load…”
“…And replant them along Two Drunk Creek.”
“Maybe we can ask the cats to help.”
“And Scooter too?”
“Sure, why not?”
Skunk is not too sure about Scooter.
The Blue Bells will do well in the shade and rich soil.
On another note:
Two weeks ago, the DNR did a Prescribed Burn on The Minnesota Mosquito Refuge. This is what it looked like last night.
And this is what Scooter looked like last night.
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Never been to Minnesota – but I have heard about the mosquitos! Goes to show you what thousands of lakes do. 🙂
Maybe the cats saw you grab the kitty litter boxes and figured, “Hey, it’s all about us! Let’s see what’s happening.”
That’s some nice looking dark soil. Do local nurseries harvest it?
I’ve never noticed it before, but Scooter looks so much like our old dog, Sandy!
I’m not sure what mix of breeds he is, something like “Whatever came over the fence’ but whatever it was, it worked.
That’s what Sandy was too….but she was one of the nicest dogs we ever had!
My family digs up plants in the wild and transplants them too. I think I’ve seen that Scooter photo before! Another bath is in order. 🙂
The Blue Bells seem to be doing fine. As for Scooter, he plays in the mud and ashes every time we walk out to check on the refuge.
Bluebells remind me of home.
Glad to help with that memory. 🙂
FYI Greg are you having any problems with WordPress? I can’t write anything when I open my blog on my laptop. Also can’t open the WordPress site on any device. I was able to post my last post using my phone thank goodness. Trying to figure out what to do.
No, no problem here – but I did notice a WordPress note on a new editor. Wonder if they are doing an upgrade.
Possible. Just don’t understand how I can write and post on my mobile devices but not my notebook.
Good luck with the transplants!
That was nice of you to lend a shovel and a hand. :-)Hope Scooter had a shower and a cold drink. 🙂
I offered Scooter a beer – but he doesn’t drink craft. He’s a country dog and holds deep loyalties to Bud Lite (and Ford trucks).
I have never lived in a part of the country that supported bluebells. They’re lovely! And I would dig buckets full as well.
Now I shall go out on a limb and guess the cats were of absolutely no help.
The cats “consulted”.
And criticized I’m sure.
I enjoyed the tour – and it looks like the critters did too!
By the way, I have soil envy after seeing the dark stuff the bluebells grow in!
Maggie, this is peat ground. The water table is about 1/4 inch below the surface. 🙂 We found a slight rise where the Two Drunks tossed the dirt when they dug the creek.
In my prescribed burn post, there was a picture of my hay field/pasture. We have not been able to take hay off of it for five years because even a small tractor gets stuck.
Guess you’ll need to get some cows?
I offered the pasture to several neighbors, but the constantly wet ground causes hoof rot in livestock.
Ooo. Ick. I know that in the Netherlands, they can only use the land for grazing because of the moisture and softness of the peat.
The irony is that as wet as it is, there is always the risk of fire.
Ah, so richness comes with a price, so to speak.
Those are beautiful flowers; hopefully worth the sooty dog. 🙂
We hope they come back in future years. Looking forward to that carpet of blue.
I had several patches in Iowa, wish we could grow them here.
This is along the Cedar River, south of Austin. When we lived not far from it’s source in Blooming Prairie, the Blue Bells carpeted the river bottoms every spring, usually around the first week of May.
Love bluebells, such happy wildflowers. Also love happy, muddy dogs (but don’t love it so much when that mud comes inside with them). Love that your cats acts like dogs on a walk with you while you pursue organic rearranging. I think you earned a cold beer.
I definitely earned a beer and maybe even a cookie or two.
I’m surprised the bluebells transplant well. Poor Scooter. Looks like bathtime
Let’s see if they take. They like shade and moist ground. We have that in spades.
I have had a difficult time transplanting wild flowers, so it will be interesting to see if they make it.
Hahaha I love the gang of cats that follow you around everywhere. Scooter looks like he had a great day
Like I said downthread, they are our entourage. The neighbor’s get a kick out of it. I guess we have become the cat-people – through no fault of our own.
Cats choose you, not the other way around! 🙂
I’ll bet the cats like going for a walk.
They do. They will follow me on my daily hikes for a mile or two before turning back.
That sounds like a fun chore. Of course, around here you’d get arrested for disturbing something by digging and introducing a potentially invasive plant by planting.
Good boy, Scooter!
We only moved the plants about five miles – but hey, regulation is regulation.
I won’t tell
Beautiful flowers. I hope they take to their new home. Love the animal escorts. Helps to have your own squad.
Those cats are our entourage. They follow us where ever we go.
hahah. Looks like Scooter had fun!
Quite a bit, actually.
Let me know if the cats helped. I have plenty that my three can do….
Our cats only help with opinions.
What else could you expect, really!
Do you think Scooter is going to fear hearing ‘grab a shovel ?’ Or will this teach Scooter to always make sure you have an open beer ? Good dog Scooter…
Whenever Scooter hears “grab a shovel”, he knows I am going to be in a bad mood.
I love seeing the prairie coming back. As for those bluebells: they’re lovely. We have a plant we call bluebells, but they really aren’t. In fact, I didn’t think they even looked like a bell until I realized they do: at least, if you’re willing to see them as tipped-up handbells. Spring is wonderful, and wonderfully varied.
I am amazed at how fast the prairie recovers. Last year’s burn now has switch grass four feet high.
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