This evening, before the rain blasted in, I put new dirt around the six potted potatoes to help raise them up. I dug up a lot of worms and crushed a few grubs while moving goat-compost into the potato pots. The leftover half-wheelbarrow-load of new dirt got dumped into the second replaced raised bed. The thunder was getting close, so I did not go back for a second dirt load. Instead, I'm going to play with graph paper and plot out what is going into this bed and the stone raised bed and the wrecked bed between the two. (Plants won't care that it's wrecked. It's dirt.) CK wants to try soybeans this year. *shrug* I'm game.
The front iris are going gangbusters. And the deer still haven't trimmed the roses yet.
ETA: We found a cute little snake when we were realigning the dirt in the old bed. It was maybe 8 inches long with a tiny head and no interest in talking to us. I put it into the wrecked bed so that it could hide easily and go back to doing its patrols.