Smokey the Bear
I have my very own Smokey the Bear. We have always had the tall glass that puts out fluffy plumes. As the season goes on, there are seeds for the birds. This is the time of the year when the old stalks need to be burned down. It does travel like quake grass with the roots loving to run. At this time of my gardening, the few Hosta left . . . if you grow more power to you. I would not mind letting this grass plot grow. Worse case, the mower can contain it.
Dennis is slowly raking a bit and then doing a burn. Why not!
I am being retired today. Some YouTube watching, some reading and some stitching. Not more than one option at a time.
The Thrush birds are back to our front awning. Those sweet little birds are fun to watch. The robins are busy in the evergreen. Spring is here for all.
With spring being here, all need to decide what is best for themselves. At the end of the day, a good feeling of effort that was expended. In the morning, an excitement of what the day will entail.
With that I take my leave. ♥