That was it? We have been looking forward to the rain for a week or more and I am disappointed. I have nearly run the church battery bank to the limit because of the lack of sunshine and the need to pump much water to the greenhouse and garden.
I am still carrying jugs to drink because I don’t like to drink water after going through such a long hose as we have down across the field.
Like half the world I listened carefully for any hints from the candidates last evening as to how they intend to mend the sinking economy and I heard nothing that gave me much hope of escaping the coming hard times. Thank the Lord that we have a nice garden planted with food that is good for us.
Just to share: we decided to follow the advice of a nutritionist and have stopped eating vegetables of the deadly nightshade family, among them potatoes and tomatoes, our favorites!
I am writing this from my office up at church where there is plenty of power. And besides, Robin is having what Pappa called a “By Jesus” cleaning spell. I had to escape, especially from the comments on what rotten housekeeping I do. Can’t have it all, though I come close! I know, I know: pride goeth before a fall.
We have decided to buy delivered tree-length wood seasoned. We also have four cords across the street from what was formerly my family woodlot. And we are taking down several large birches that have begun to lean ominously. Robin has also been thinning the trash out of our woodlot according to our conservation easement, which requires us and those who follow to care for the woods.
We finally had a decent frost last night. The leaves will change now; can’t wait.
(Doug Wright lives over Head Tide Hill in Whitefield. He welcomes feedback at email@example.com.)