how you gonna kick it?

Gonna kick it root down, duh. 'Specially when you're putting in a row of black cedars as a living fence. That's precisely what's been going on down here for the past few days--among other seasonal projects.

 We started by diggin a hole twice the size of the pot, which was tough, since the 100 year old spruce adjacent has roots everywhere. John was cutting and digging away until we could get down deeply enough. Once the hole was ready, I splayed the roots of the tree to ensure they seek out what they need. It helps to settle the tree much more quickly. I always feel like I'm killing it, but I persevere.Next thing I did was wet the hole and the root ball so they stick together like cement. I also always toss in a handful of Myke's, but failing that, bone meal.      I also amend the soil with triple mix--peat, compost and topsoil. It's the best. And there you have it. A living fence. I set the hose out for a water, not knowing it would rain torrentially all night long. But I don't mind. It's such a darling sprinkler that casts the gentlest of sprays.      I hardly know who enjoyed it more...