That handy hole reminded me I'd been meaning to transplant some daffodils. I know you're supposed to do this is the Fall but I always forget exactly where the big crowded clumps are once the foliage has died.
These are in bad need of thinning -- they don't have buds but maybe next year, once they're not so crowded. So I'll separate them and plant them back -- a little deeper and with lots of room.Dogs have often influenced my gardening -- I may put a thorny bush here to prevent dogs making a path or a big rock there to discourage lounging in the soft dirt of the flower bed.
So weird, to have weather like this. It's pleasant, of course, but the potential for snow remains. Still, it feels good to have dirt under my fingernails again.