D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

The flower stalks for the bluebells are there, and the spears for some of the gladioli. Hummingbirds and a yellow butterfly. I made my monthly offering to Neorð/Njǫrðr in the afternoon sun; had to project over the noise of a military jet, hopefully the neighbours didn't mind. Then I tried to rearrange the self-sown nasturtiums at the back of the garage enough to allow passage to and fro in the side yard. The seeds came down from the planting boxes at the top of the high privacy fence; the nasturtiums didn't much like the boxes, partly I think because the squirrels do, but their progeny apparently love the ground at its base, despite its being clay and shaded by the fence. I'd have transplanted them but you can't transplant nasturtiums, so they are now huge and snaky and flowering enthusiastically while coiling all over each other.