Out in Sleipnir this afternoon I was finishing cleaning up the last long trays of geraniums I'd overwintered. I snipped off a stem that had grown askew. It had green leaves on it so reached for one of my compostable coffee cups in order to put the snippet in soil and coax it to grow into a new plant. That's when I noticed movement - a tick was working it's way up the edge of the cup. My potting bench is at the very back of the shed. The cup was located atop the bench and stacked up so it was maybe four feet off the cement floor. If ticks have wings I've never seen them. Have to admire the tenacity of the little buggers. I picked him off the cup, scrapped him off my finger into a plastic container w/ 16 of his kin, and popped them all into the freezer. Ticks may have impressive capabilities but that doesn't mean I would set one free.
Tonight Whip and I went out to the plum copse. There are enough in bloom now that the air is scented w/ their perfume. One of the delights of spring.
