Our new cat started getting first victories catching rodents. Way to go, Pushkin! Before moving out of the city I thought it might be boring to live out in a country. This is totally and absolutely wrong! Just look at this guy for example. He is a small cat that every night ventures out into the darkness and there are crows, vulturs, owls, coyotes out there, other cats – it is life-and-death every time. For him, this is very, extremely exciting. That is a life of a cat.
For us, there is so much in the garden to plan, to do, to imaging and to create – it’s unbelievable. And that’s just one area of life. But the same goes for business: will we survive? Same for social life: will we make friends or enemies? Whichever it is in a small town we are stuck with these people. That’s a life of a human.
I’ve got basically clay instead of soil. What I was doing before is on the first image. They killed the seedling almost every time. On the second image is what I am doing now: removing the grass, and then just piling a heap of soil right on top of clay – the tree or bush then does all the rest of the work and the roots of the tree do not rot.