breezin’
Jeez, it’s a rowdy one out there this morning. I’m not sure if the rain is even
reaching the ground. The wind is howling like a Harley. Gusts from 70 to 100
kilometres per hour (45 to 60 mph) are expected. I’m reluctant to let the
chickens out.
Jude just called. She’s coming back home because the ferry isn’t running due
to the gales. She’ll be awhile because she and neighbour Paul are clearing trees
from the road.
This stretch of weather started Saturday. We’re working on our third inch of
precipitation potpourri: rain, snow and hail. In the penultimate weekend of
official winter, it emphatically let us know who’s still in charge.
Still, Jude and I were able to get out and about in the community Saturday.
We paid a condolence call to some neighbours who’d just lost their elderly
dog. We went to the home of Al the Mayor to track down some stray oxygen
tanks. We stopped at Mike’s to make sure he was still coming to do some
landscaping for us Sunday.
Our last stop was to check out another neighbour’s lambs, which had been
born Friday. Check ’em out:
I was surprised at how big they were. Here’s one with Granite Bay supermodel Jude.
Sunday was blustery but Mike was able to get in four hours of excavating,
churning up this section of pasture to extend our new garden:
Then Mike leveled off an area next to the old garden which had been as difficult to
negotiate as the current world economy.
We plan to expand the fence and put in more blueberry bushes and strawberry
plants. The other garden is more amenable to veggies.
As foreboding as the weather has been lately, it paused enough times this weekend
to let some sunshine in to remind us that spring is imminent. The garden exten-
sions are the perfect symbol for the new season.
