Author Archives: Pamela Rentz

This is my sea of daffodils when I look out into the backyard. Love this time of year — this view always makes me happy.

March has been hectic and I can’t seem to get back on top of things. I had my taxes 90% done for about 3 weeks. I finally sat down and finished those.

I have lots of clips — hopefully I will get around to posting them.

This is a red flowering currant that is a native plant that is supposed to be good for pollinators and hummingbirds. Last year it did not have a single flower and I was disappointed and figured I planted it in the wrong spot or something.

No — it is doing amazing and so pretty.

Here’s the bunny. Last week I went to do a lap around the yard to see how things looked and he hopped out of the daffodils and hung out in the yard with me.

The next time I went to work in the yard he was out in the garden nibbling on the clover that I planted as a cover-crop. I didn’t want to bother him. hehe.

I don’t understand how cover crops work. No matter what I do, it seems like I don’t get much cover. I already turned a lot of the clover under and planted something else but he was eating this little bit.

I know it is ridiculous to encourage the bunny to find food in my garden but I’m going to leave that little corner of clover for him. I’m also going to scope it out and make sure there aren’t any baby bunnies out there before the lawn mower takes a lap.

I intended to post the obligatory snow photos while there was still snow on the ground but I had the other post scheduled and didn’t get organized in time.

It wasn’t much but more than I expected. We didn’t need to go anywhere and were able to enjoy it from the windows. We woke up on Day 4 and it was completely gone. The rain washed it away overnight.

This is from the deck.

There were lots of other fun animal prints to try to figure out. I had left prints going to the bird feeder and it looked like something had stepped in my footprints. I never got out there to study them.

There were also lots of bird prints.

Remember when we exposed the hardwood floor in our bedroom? I am amazed by how quickly the dust bunnies accumulate. Did the carpet hide the dust blobs? It seems like every time I drop a sock and get a glimpse under the bed, there are giant fluffy wads. I vacuum under there every weekend.

I am guessing it’s the flannel sheets since I don’t have issues with dust wads in other rooms. I wonder how long it takes flannel sheets to completely disintegrate into fuzz?

Does anyone remember there were always rumors the J.D. Salinger was still writing but throwing the writing in a vault? I can’t remember the exact story — maybe he was disenchanted with publishing so he wrote for himself but told his heirs they could do what they wanted when he was gone? I might have made some-to-all of that up but whatever happened to that? Was there a vault filled with manuscripts? Are there no manuscripts?

It seems like the story is that something is coming out. But is that real?

In January, on the weekdays, it’s dark when I leave the house and dark when I get home so I don’t see what’s happening in the yard until the weekend.

I looked out there and saw white fluff in the garden.

I figured it was a poor little deconstructed bird although I was surprised by how white the detritus was. I figured little birds probably had white fluff.

When I finally inspected it, I realized it was fur. It must be opossum.

I didn’t see any other signs of injured opossum so either it was (a) a light brawl, (b) the injured party scuttled off to some other yard, or (c) they were out there making baby possums.

There are two that show up on the trail cam and I will try to post. One has more brown on its fur and the other is smaller and more white. I saw the brown one the other night around 6pm when the motion-light went off.

I don’t know what it was doing but it was wiggling around at the spot where it exits from underneath the shed and I was afraid it was stuck. Obviously I didn’t want to leave it there but also, I wasn’t sure how to help it without risking a bite.

It toddled along eventually.