But the Muck Vac I got for the pool doesn’t work. Serious disappointment. I don’t know if I can get them to take it back but it’s a POS. It’s like trying to clean a beach with a toothbrush, re the power that thing doesn’t have.
We skated for a while—then took out to Costco to get food and needful stuff, weedcloth, printer ink, cat litter, tp and paper towels…the usual stuff. NW Seed didn’t have the pond filter material I need: in on Thursday they think; and last years filters are so clogged they won’t draw more than 30 minutes without clogging and dropping the water level in the skimmer a foot to the base of the pump—not good. So I’ve been cleaning it as much as twice a day.

Our stuff in our micro greenhouse is desperate to be set out and we’re taking the chance, based on that one 70 degree day forecast for the end of the week: I’m hoping it’s the future.

The koi are up and hungry; the pond is producing green algae hand over fist, so I put in the UV light, which will kill algae spores. We’re very anxious to get the water hyacinth started up this year, and to see the lilies start to grow: they’ll suck up some of the nutrient the algae is using.

And I’m tired: I’ve set out my strawberries in one of those topsyturvy strawberry bags—which now weighs about 40 lbs. I’m hoping the fence can hold it. That’s futzy to plant: layers of dirt and water-holding medium and fertilizer, while punching rootbound strawberry plants through the openings and trying to get them stablized. But I think I did a good job. I set out the ranunculus (one). Jane says I put it in the wrong place. I watered her bonsai’s, which involves dropping them into a deep pot of water. THey were needing water badly despite the rains. Mine is still waiting, but it’s going to rain and that will help. I cleaned up after the potting mess; hosed down the patio, got soaked. Pulled the 2 heaters for the season: they’ll get white-vinegared and stored (white vinegar will remove calcium encrustation from anything, if left to soak overnight). I’ve got Betrayer on to print for Betsy—I promised it for last week, but got distracted by taxes. Jane’s got her taxes to get in.

I’ve hauled hose and electrical wires, wrestled with that cursed pond vac, which doesn’t work, and I am now wet, tired, and trying to think of what on earth to cook for dinner—after all that, we get home without really anything for supper. My jeans are all over with pond muck, and I mostly want a bath, but Jane’s come out to work after doing something involving her taxes, and she may need a second pair of hands out there. So I’m afraid to go for the bath.

Still, a day without icy wind was pretty nice, and not hot, either. The poppy is blooming, so are the johnny jump-ups and the grape hyacinth, and the tulips are putting on buds. It’s beginning to be a garden again.