|July 11, 2006
Yesterday I finally got the crimson king maple planted. It has been sitting waiting ever since the rains flooded the hole and stopped progress. The problem is a 15" layer of clay under the top soil that keeps the water from soaking into the sand below. Lynn suggested digging a hole through the clay to drain any water from the planting hole, so I got out the post-hole digger and broke through. Hopefully, now the maple won't stand with its feet in water when heavy rains come again.
Just the other side of the split-rail fence from the maple are some wild daylilies. They're common, but beautiful—especially back-lit by the setting sun.
The deer flies are especially bad this year. (One wing is a little bent from my swatting him.) They appear about Father's Day—when the black flies leave.