So today Rose and I took 2 Indian plums and 2 western redcedars (from WC) up the hill. I planted them a little ways up the hill from the tiny pond and down the hillside towards the river. A cedar and an Indian plum by smallish dead and dying spruces, close off the tractor path. Further down the hillside, across the level spot (old road? a spot for a second mink shed?), I found spaces for the second cedar and plum. There's a huge ancient spruce there, close to the creek that empties the tiny pond. I didn't want to plant close to it or too close to the other cedar or a young Douglas fir there, planted by G maybe 5 - 6 years ago, further east along the flat area.
Next trees I'll take higher up the hill, but at about that distance from the house.
These trees will shade the tiny creek, keeping the water cold for the salmon. That is, keeping the water cold so it will be cold when it empties into Three Rivers where the salmon are likely to be. This tiny creek disappears into the ground in a wetland on our property - the area we call our "pasture", that we are turning into a wetland and planting trees in and around.
I took up compost and fed my new plantings and some of the preiously-planted huckleberries by pond.
Trip to Tillamook - no wire at dump, but 3 very long railroad ties in pretty good shape. Rain began on our way home.
Indian Plum is a slight tree, nothing to get excited about maybe, until early spring (February, early March) when it blooms its drooping panicles of white flowers. These are arrestingly lovely at the edges of the woods along highways and roads this time of year. They hang down gracefully, are the only color around - except the stridently yellow daffodils.
70 trees out of 79 days!!! Right on target, but I need to be AHEAD!
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