Maybe you remember me talking about how it was a heavy mast year last fall? I had a photo of hundreds of maple seeds on the ground in my grass.
Well, now it’s spring and this is what everything in my landscape looks like:
Yes, there are dozens of these seedlings in the rock patio–but also notice the dozens more where they have washed into the bed behind the hydrangeas. I am going to have to spend hours just weeding these out. Apparently maple seeds have little nutrient value to my “critters” like chipmunks and voles.
But can you see the chipmunk sniffing around in the above photo? He’s pretty hidden by all those maple seedlings. Here’s a better photo.
They are awfully cute–although they have eaten the buds off the peony plants that I have waiting to be planted so I am much less amused by their antics than I used to be.
And to get back to Friday’s post for a moment, I have had these jumping out of containers and running on my feet too. They apparently don’t like it when you accidentally water their tiny heads.
You can see by my dry, cakey soil that we need rain. That’s what I am waiting on to weed. But if I wait too much longer, I will be weeding a forest here. It’s a fine balance.