Wednesday, 12 January 2022
The day turned out to be clear and not too cold, but windy. Allan spent an hour installing the south east gate in a temporary but effective way as a drop-in-place rather than hinged gate. He has hinges but not enough time.
Taking Skooter to the vet for an allergy shot at 1PM was a necessary interruption to our energy flow. He was thrilled to be back home again.
I decided to turn some compost after we returned, hoping to find at least some ”done” enough to take to the willow grove when the lawn dries some more. And I need to clear some space for new compost makings.
When I saw that Allan was enacting my idea of putting the remaining bark bags in the van and taking them for a ride….
…I went along for a ride around the block to the gear shed road, which is also our access road to our SE corner. I clearly am not a highliner because I could not move the crab pots to make access wide enough for a wheelbarrow.
Allan had to fetch the wheelbarrow by lifting it (empty) out over the pots and then carry each bag into the yard by squeezing sideways. Next time I see the gear shed guys, I will have to ask them to please shift that pile because we have more garden making ingredients to bring in during the next month. I wouldn’t even be landscaping back there at all were it not for the proposed building which is going to block us both in. But we will always have that shared road! Crabbing is much harder work than gardening, so I don’t want to be an annoyance. (I also don’t want to schlep supplies in from the front driveway, 250 feet from the willow grove.)
I checked my deer barrier at the SW corner. It hadn’t even survived two days. I did not see deer tracks, perhaps wind took it down.
Allan patched the opening with some wire. It was too windy to finalize the trimming and fitting.
I had told Allan it would be better to let the deer come in than work in the dangerous wind. He said statistics were on his side. He also used some wood to temporarily fill in a big gap.
The wind and lack of dry paths meant I had done all that I could in terms of bringing materials out to the grove.
But I am pleased to report all the garden beds are staying dry (enough.)
I took a risk myself by loading the wheelbarrow with some yard debris for the trip back to the house. I was as quick about it as could be, remembering the dire story of Allan’s aunt Dorothy, who told us of a suddenly falling tree killing a visitor to her nephew’s rural property. That story has certainly stuck with me.
When loading the debris into our trailer, I took a moment to admire some narcissi in the front garden. On the drive to the gear shed, I had seen them through our new transparent front fence. They bloom every year but have always been hidden away.
A sweet dog suddenly appeared to be petted. We were both happy.
I went back to the compost bins, pulling bin one’s front off for now because it had been tilted forward so much by the weight of the compost inside.
Finally, I picked the most pitiful harvest of greens. That is all I could get because of my winter crop fail—a failure to plant seeds during my weeks long bout of vertigo.
What? Daffodils in January? Boggles this Mainer’s mind. 😉 We live on the edge of the woods, and we take wind very seriously here. Simply put, don’t go in our yard if it’s windy.
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Very wise.
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I too am impressed by how early your daffs appear. You have certainly not been helped by the weather in your fence scheme.
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Finally we are do for at least four days of dry weather. Thank goodness, because the lawn is a mess. I wish I still had a roller…but I will tamp it.
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