The funky old chicken coup, roof removed by tornado-like conditions.
Venerable huge and beautiful oak tree, broken at the base by the wind.
At the edge of the creek, this old sycamore has been de-limbed by nature many times. Again in this storm.
We are very grateful that the winds, which sounded and acted like tornados, on a day of many officially sighted tornados, skipped over the house and gardens.
The wind made the decision that, after all, I would not go ahead with keeping chickens any time soon, as the roof of the coup "flew the coup"!
I had been debating about having chickens since the huge population of grasshoppers ate so much of the garden last year. Chickens would eat the grasshoppers. Then fewer grasshopper eggs would mean less food for the larvae Blister Beetles, and presumably fewer Blister Beetles. All of which would make a happier gardener.
However, only the gardener would be available to take care of the chickens. No dog to guard them. No fences to keep them off the porch, the flower beds. One thing leads to another, and we left the funky chicken coup as a leaky storage room, pending further inner debate.
Imagine how freaked the chickens would have been, during the middle of a dark and wind roaring afternoon, to have the dubious safety of their nests wisked away by the tornado.
We'll take some of the materials for other projects and perhaps keep the chicken wire part in readiness for the birds.
May the wind blow away from you only that which is no longer needed.
How still, serene the solitude
Of White, with lines of grey
The peace and blessed silence
Of a Nothern Winter day.
Yes, I know the gardeners in the South exult in early Spring
And the gardens of the North are but dreams
in the too clean hands of those still wrapped in down.
So here is a short list of things to comfort the Northerners.
Things you don't have (and don’t miss) because of your wonderful long cold winter:
Armadillos digging up the lawns, fields and anything they can get to, some really big holes too!
Chiggers, invisible, annoying, long lasting itch producing bug - the best reason to bathe nightly any day over 50 degrees!
Too Short Winter rest! Enjoy the silence of the snow!
Here in the middle of the Mid-West, not North - nor South
we seemed to have but one month’s rest between
the season of harvest storage
and beginning to start seeds.
I’m delighted to have the greenhouse to jump start the growing life,
but I imagine another month’s rest also would have been good.
Where ever you garden - Grow Happy!
Ventured out this morning during a break in the clouds to see how the greenhouse was doing. Surprisingly I had to shovel the snow away to open the door. We never would have designed like that up North, but didn’t even think of it while building here. No problem, a little chopping and shoveling away and I got through the crack in the door.
There was a little one, likely a mouse who scampered down the hill, looking to get into the door and had to run along the wall. I hope he found shelter under the outside steps. Unlike him, I was able to get in.
Inside was darker than I expected, even with inches of snow completely covering the roof. The temp was a “toasty 40 degrees”. (This quote is from an old movie shown on PBS made by a master builder/woodsman of building a cabin and living in the way back wilderness of Alaska. His words described the inside of the cabin when the fire was burning during winter. I like to compare his strength and inner warmth to my own softee nature. He didn’t even have down, gortex or silk longjohns!)
Dark Day in the Greenhouse. And this is with the sun shining a bit!
Lettuce seeks the sun, straight up for just about enough light
However, it is not bright and warm enough to bring the seedlings back into the greenhouse.
I’m glad that I didn’t plant the next round of seeds yet. Think I’ll wait a little while.
the sullen skies pour forth
a gentle even, inexorable flow
of tinkling sparkling ice.
It sticks to earth, dried grass and steps
and hides the greenhouse roof.
I’m glad I took the seedlings
to a warmer upstairs room.
The stream had ice a couple of days ago when the temps went up to 70 degrees.