Another busy weekend in the ranch has come and gone. This was what I have been told is the busiest week of the year, our national holiday, and I do believe that very well might be true. Families, kids, dogs, wanderers on a variety of machines out exploring the park. I have company this week and we wandered from upper Schierl across to Lautenberg to Griffiths to Boothby to Floweree and then wandered back towards home. We saw no other travelers upon our route, so crowded is still a relative term in this slice of wilderness.
Roots are being put down in the literal sense. I had given away my large house plants before relocating, and am only now refilling my house with such. My guest returned a lovely elephant ear from my last home, and came with a box full of starters, so there are now seventeen live plants to share the forthcoming winter with.
I have noticed that nobody seems to have house plants, but realized they do not live here full time as do I. Plants need the heat, water and attention of a regular environment, and that I can surely provide them. I will allow them to take root, along with myself, a little deeper as time goes by.
