Well, this year is starting off just loverly – NOT! It’s been three months since I last posted something for good reason – TOO MUCH DRAMA. I’ve finally found my funny bone again, so I have taken back my life once again. Time to remember that life goes on.
This is just a small part of what’s been going on:
- The daughter was sent to rehab center – court ordered this time. Second time for her. We will see.
- Bullies have zeroed in on my Grandson. Awful verbal abuse: ”You should have died instead of your brother.” Just wrong in so many ways. They targeted his feelings toward missing his dead brother (the fire was four years ago – April), which is BEYOND tolerance. So, of course, I had to go ballistic on the school. I wanted the parents, but they are not allowed to tell me who they are. They said they would handle it. Again, we will see.
- The weather changes have brought “sustained” strong winds. We get gusts, no big deal. When this round happened, it was vicious. It’s been seven years since we put the double poly top on the greenhouse. Took us the better part of the day to do it. It took these wicked winds just moments to find a weakness (in the middle no less) and rip it wide open.
Looks like haze, but it’s not. The winds were so strong and so continuous that they were picking up the dry dust/dirt from farmers fields, roads, and wherever and sandblasting everything. A couple of times we could not see this overpass due to the thickness of the dirt. April 17th, day after my 59th birthday – sucked!
This was just before it happened.
It all happened so fast; there was no way to catch or stop it. You can see it popped open at the middle, grabbed the top layer and just flung it up and over. If you look close at the bottom layer at the opening, you can see where the wind was able to yank the clamp right out of the wood.
We put straps over the roof on either side of the opening, but two days later another sustained wind from the south grabbed the north end and ripped it the rest of the way off.
So, after a day’s worth of crying, I pulled up my big girl panties and started brainstorming. How was I going to make lemonade from this huge lemon? Viola′ – greenhouse part two, phase one:
Obviously, someone somewhere was trying to give us a hint that there is just too much on our plates right now. Hense, the hint to downsize. Phase one: build a wall in the middle of the greenhouse. No, it’s not for the hot tub we dream of having one day again. It’s for our new “seed/plant starter” area.
Phase two has a partial plastic wall up. There is a vent at the top center and will be screened, closeable windows on either end of both sides of the wall. We are not worried about cooling, as the swamp cooler is on the north end and totally useless to us now. It will be used for starting seeds and young plants. Eventually, we will put some in-ground plots in there, just not right now.
There is a door in the center to transplant seedlings into our plots to the north (No they did not end up in Kansas.), or to easily move them to our other outdoor plots when ready. It is downsizing without losing space. It should be easier to maintain in the winter. I am worried about it just being a single cover. Not as strong as the double layer, but it will have to do for now (replacement double cover is out of our budget.).
Then (while I was reviewing everything) doing my extra watering needed now on the north side, and hating the 85+ degree weather we have been having – our bee guys showed up! Ahhh, heavy sigh of relief! When they come in the spring, I know everything will be alright in the world. They had unloaded some the night before which, at sunrise, has them immediately seeking out water. What was I doing? Watering. Where were the bees? All over me – landing on my hands, arms, crawling up my legs, and forcing me to watch where I step in my own walkways. I LOVE OUR BEES!!
I then went and picked up my Grandson from school that evening. The school Counselor had called me and told me of what actions were taken against the bullies and assured me that things were going to be better. He was smiling as he came running up to the car. Always, the first question from me to him is, “ How was your day Punk-a-doodle (One of my many Nic-names for him)?” His response was a very loud and squirrely “GREAT!”
Planted back into the moment again, all is right with the world. We did not have blossoms during the winds-from-hell, so no lost fruit (actually some tiny fruits on the trees now). Our spring flowers had not emerged, but they are here now. Our little Downey Woodpecker is back up front. And I saw my beautiful Red-headed Woodpecker on a fence post this morning. Life goes on.