Tonight it is blowing hard from the north east (I think, Himself is not around to confirm this) and it is raining. Thank goodness.
Yes, we have not had any rain for a couple of weeks and my exciting new triple drum gutter rainwater siphoning system is bone dry. So if it hadn't rained tonight, I would have had to spend an hour hauling buckets over to the greenhouse to water the plants.
But it's raining.
So I have the night off.
Himself who is a hydraulics genius, constructed a simple yet ingenious (or genius) water collection and siphoning system using three old barrels we found in the yard, some recycled 2" x 4" (of course), a length of hose and a gutter.
I come home from work, I go to the greenhouse, I lift the hose up and turn a little knob, and hey presto, while the plants are being watered I can have a sit down and a little meditation on the day in the muggy warmth of the cozy framed building we put up last year.
Our first cycle of tomatoes are already up. I am hoping I didn't start everything too early.
Time will tell.
I haven't been blogging for a number of reasons.
Mostly, because my RSI is back and my arms are so sore after a day's work, I can't face the computer again.
But also, we had a beautiful early spring this year, so I have been out in the yard most of the time.
First of all, we had a fabulous March, so we started on our little woodstand. Cutting down the dead wood and clearing out the seedlings to let in some light.
Then we decided that the reason why the garden didn't do so well last year is because it's so shaded, so I started thinning out the tree stand behind the house. Mostly alders and baby spruce.
Then Himself ordered a one tonne truck of horse manure and disappeared off to New Brunswick for a month. Which meant that Queenie had to haul it into position in various spots around the yard.
I got it done just before he got home for a visit last weekend, and didn't he go and order another load!
Not much time for blogging.
Not much to talk about either, unless you want to hear about the difference in consistency between two year old and three year old horse shite.
Or the best way to uproot a baby spruce tree.
Like Socrates, I have retired to my garden.
For a spell.