My husband continuously says I am a glass-half-empty person. He says it often enough that it makes me suspicious: does he want me to believe this? Tomayto tomahto I say. Frankly, I think we could all use a dose of half-emptyness, at least some of the time. If it does nothing else it lets you accept that Stuff Happens, and it prepares you for it, for sometimes Stuff will happen to You.
Stuff Happens, so pick up the pieces and move on. We had a hellacious windstorm on Thursday night, preceded by a hailstorm of long length. The hail was kind of cool to watch, and thankfully wasn’t so bad as to shed greenhouse plastic and/or leafy plants. But that windstorm! Wow. Friday morning was a bit of a blur: tree-sized branches everywhere, and the chicken tractor thrice tumbled, meat birds scattered.
So yeah, lots of damage. We lost two chickens (gone with the wind?). This morning fortunately was the appointment with the butcher, so I gathered the remaining 25 Freedom Ranger birds and drove them over, avoiding fallen limbs and debris along the way. And then, well, then I carried on.
Old greenhouse, 4 Oct 11: Left photo shows the lone tomatoes in the front and on back wall, with green tomatoes ripening on a screen; right shows rosemary, sage, and artichoke in the foreground and the zany fig tree at the right. All empty-looking beds have been planted with winter-hardy lettuces and greens (mizuna, arugula, kales, chickories).
Control what you can: I cleaned the summer crops out of the old greenhouse on Saturday. I was too depressed to do outdoor garden work, so instead I prepared the old greenhouse for winter.
But it’s still summer in the new greenhouse where it’s tomato city, with peppers…but seedling beds are full too. Those are some late sweet potatoes on the screen, dried beans on the chair at the right. Lots of work to be done here too, toward the end of the month.
So indeed: bit by bit, pick up the pieces. I suppose I should be thankful this storm occurred toward the end of the growing season…it would’ve been more discouraging earlier in the summer. As it is now, well…things had begun to be harvested, picked, prepared for winter before this storm. The trellises and broken-up beds aren’t “needed” except maybe by my aesthetic sense of wholeness. Which is motivation enough, actually, to get me moving. Half full indeed!