April 14, 2019

My world...  I love my world.  My only wish is for mom nature to be a great deal more cooperative.  Just like last spring - I'm faced with fields that are too wet.  Yesterday wore me OUT!  I was able to get some tilling done and planted a ton of lilies, some more horseradish and asparagus.  I was able to get all the fruit bushes trimmed and  cleared out.  I came home from my farm feeling muscles that had gotten a bit "squishy" over the winter...  lol!  I went to bed tired.  Somewhere around 3:00a.m, I heard a motor running.  My tired brain didn't connect the dots until about 5:30 or so and I PANICKED!   

For some reason I've been fighting the heater in the greenhouse.  It keeps shutting off over night for reasons we've not been able to work out.  The temps have dropped to as low as 45 degrees.  So...  when I heard a motor running - I realized it was my generator running.  My mind went crazy.  When did  my power go out.  Are the fans still running?  Is the heater running?  I threw on clothes, went out in the snow (yes, snow) and checked on everything... plants were warm and sleeping.  It was still dark, but I noticed a ton of things tossed around in the back yard. I assumed it was a storm that ran through and took out a power line "somewhere"...  so I went back to bed.

While I was trying to sleep - I realized no one else was without power on the west side of me...  but I still tried to sleep.  Around 7:00, I got up.  And found out why my generator was running...

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This is what remains of one of my trees.  It was huge...  and old as heck.  It sat on the bank of the little creek that runs through my property.  It landed with such force it shattered into thousands of pieces...  it made me sad...  it's spring.  The calendar says its spring.  This beautiful old tree had buds and only wanted to grow his leaves to shade my little creek one more time...

But...  this beautiful, old tree can't.  Its shattered and freezing.  My heart breaks for it.  I love my trees...  and will miss this one terribly...  there will be a hole on my property and in the heart of the plant whisper.