There is something going on in this area and it is creepy. Every night between 9:30 and 10:00, you can hear planes zooming around. There are a lot of military bases around the area. Submarines float nearby. There is tight security around an island
that we can see from the banks of Port Townsend. These planes are invisible. You can only hear them. If I was the type that worried about a conspiracy theory, I could sure fall into that trap when I hear those planes. Today was a heavy duty day. I am
concentrating on the approach to my cabin. I am digging the area around the front entrance. The dirt is packed solid. I am using an instrument that looks like a pick to break up that hard packed dirt . I have to start my swing way above my head and then
let the pick fall with all the power that I have. I dislodge about 1/2 inch of dirt. I will plant fern here after I amend the dirt with the compost that my son is cultivating. By next summer, everything should look the way I want it to look.I wonder if deer
like fern.