The spring porcupine explosion has finally occurred. They are on the road every night and every one I saw alive was still alive after I passed.
More moose these days, particularly in the Knik River brackish marshes. One thing you don’t want to see is two moose obviously agitated and staring frantically at the road running back and forth as if something farther back in the dark is chasing them.
No swans on the pond this year, and I hope the fellow who shot those two last year is sitting in a cell somewhere. Just as well though, no candidates this year either.
The garden is in but with the usual bare spots so maybe off to the store again today. I still like the idea of having fewer plants so I have a more personal relationship with each one. The petunias are challenging that connection though.
I’ve been told no more peas and petunias but I don’t care; there may be film later in the day.
Oh yeah, wild roses blooming in the yard.
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