The huge pile of wood chips has been sitting in our driveway looking like Paul Bunyan’s ugly cheese log from two Christmas’s past. Because of the stack’s location backing out of the garage has been challenging, and each rain sends a wooden river of chips meandering down the asphalt as if seeking the ocean. Considering we live in Minnesota, the chips have a ways to go.
Determined to overcome and shrink the pile we’ve spent hours wheeling load after load of wood chips to the garden areas of our yard. Booker, our too-helpful dog, often rearranges our efforts and more chips are then needed to re-rearrange what he rearranged. I’m not saying he digs deep and often, but a tour group stopped by the other day and asked when the back yard canyon was open for tours.
On Memorial Day I happily drove off (escaped) for a daylong workshop on nature photography, and fully expected my husband would have the driveway clear when I returned. At least that was the plan.
When I arrived back home and swerved around the still existing pile, my husband waggled his finger at me in an alluring way.
“You want me?” I said thinking he was swept away with lust and loneliness. After all I had been gone for nearly seven hours .
“I want you……. to see why I haven’t finished moving the wood chip pile. Follow me.” So much for lust.
We walked over to the crumbling stack and he pointed to a cluster of white blobs. “Are those mushrooms?” I asked.
“That’s what I thought too,” he said, “but look closer.” I did, and noted the almost plastic looking translucency.
“Those are turtle eggs!” I carefully pulled away some of the chips and stopped counting at fourteen. There were still more, but I didn’t want to disturb the nest. “Um, how long do you think we’ll have to leave the pile before they hatch?” I asked.
“I Googled it, and it can be anywhere from sixty days to a year. It depends on a lot of factors.”
We looked at each other and shrugged. Oh well. We’re getting pretty good at dodging the pile as we back out of the garage. Turtle babies “R” us. It was the best part of my day.