I know Harriet discouraged us from planting anything after last week but I can't help it. My parents house is in a deeply wooded area and I've been told to take whatever I want. I can't actually just take whatever I want because I don't want to stir the soup but the ferns at the end of the driveway were saying "take me, Julia, take me!" So while no one was around I took an old laundry basket and dug up some ferns and went home, put the ferns in the ground, and went back to work. It's good for me to have a restricted time frame to work; I've been know to stay out in the garden, deep in the dirt, well past sun-set. I won't tell you how late exactly.
This past week I added moss to the sparse corner with the bird feeder. I noticed huge patches of it while I was mowing the yard (also at parents house) last week, apparently someone used the leaf-blower over the septic cover where the moss thrived, so the moss is mine now. I laid it over a couple big rocks and called it a day. These rocks are on the north side of the house, the same side as the door we decided to use as the main entry. The garden turns sharply with the corner of the house to the west. So in the summer it gets hot, strong, sun. The new path definitely helps ease the transition out of the shade garden.