Sunday afternoon’s task was making moss soup, to feed the rocks. Well, not exactly. The moss soup is to inoculate the rocks, to start moss growing in the cracks in the shady parts of the new paving. Because we like moss here (not having that much of it).
I was going to wait until cooler weather (moss likes cool and wet), but a crow pulled up bits looking for insects, so I collected them, rehydrated them, blended them with yogurt, and poured the soup where the new bricks meet the old, to help blend the transition, and between the Rundle rock paving stones on the north side of the garden, to start moss growing there, too.
And I took a gazillion pictures of a treasure I found in my garden. I think it belongs in Tim Burton’s garden.
Maureen
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