Siberian Tiger Hosta and a New System for Broadcasting

I planted some tiny Hosta, the tender ones the bunnies love to eat. I put a plastic color around each one. They were white from being in the packing on the way, and started to form their stripes. I watered them with rainwater from the new rain barrel. Sassy supervised.

Today I put together the missing parts of the new live streaming system - HDMI camera, converter, mike, hardware encoder. I will do some checkups and talk to my guardian angel at RESI. They host the platform, mostly for churches, for live and stored videos.

This was really exciting, to put the puzzle together and have the little green and red lights come on. The way it works is counter-rational to me, but it is high quality, highly praised, and described fairly well on YouTube.

Where Are My Leaves?

 

My front yard was covered with leaves before, but now they are gone. The side of the house has some, because I invited the neighbor's son-in-law to dump theirs there. I should have written, "They're always putting theirs there."

The soil devours leaves faster than anything else in Creation. We have put many sacks of wood mulch around roses in the front yard. None were left from last year. Ranger Bob delivered a load in his truck this year.

Earthworms and soil creatures love organic matter of all kinds. A heavy chunk of tree trunk will be softened by mold and eaten by earthworms and arthropods (joint footed). The activity of tiny animals draws birds and toads to the area, and they leave their deposits in the highly active bank called soil.

The Logos, the Son of God, executed the commands of God the Father during the Six Days of Creation (Genesis 1; John 1:3). Each living thing in the garden is engineered to do its job, which means making the top foot of soil a warehouse of moisture and creatures - living and dying to keep that top layer alive.

They say (and they are always half-right) that wood absorbs nitrogen, which hampers the soil's fertility. Yes, it binds nitrogen for its own use and gives it up again as rot takes place. The log that would have crushed feet - when dropped before - becomes a crumbling block, as light as balsa wood.