As I write this, the ground outside is covered with last night's two inches of snow, though along the northern fenceline the snow has melted into the ground.
I say this is a place to begin, but really this story began last spring, perhaps even earlier. Just as a forest grows and changes as one group of species succeeds another, so has our back yard. When we bought our house, the only trees on the property were a diseased clump of Quaking Aspen and a couple volunteer Siberian Elm. Otherwise, the soil was better than what I had been used to in Fort Collins, probably due to the local floodplain soil structure. The back yard had, apparently, been landscaped at some point in the past - I found the remains of potting soil and root balls when I began working the soil in earnest - but, aside from some white bearded iris clumps, it was a weed lot. It's come a long way.
The posts themselves will be few and short, until the rest of the blog's components are fleshed out. But I will try to post things as they come up.
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