MOTHER NATURE NEEDS A REPAIRMAN

The day started out nice enough.  It was warmer than I expected when the dog and I stepped out onto the deck to survey our kingdom – that’s what we do while I drink my second cup of coffee.  I soak in the sun’s warmth, check to see if my planters need a drink, and maybe deadhead a few of my petunias.  Turbo, on the other hand, checks the horizon for uppity coyotes.  It’s his job and he takes it very seriously.

As I said, the temperature was quite pleasant and there was a nice little breeze which I was glad to note.  I’ve been trying to weed garden and the flies and mosquitoes have been a real nuisance.  I only had a few hours left at that job so I should get out there while the getting was good.

I did not consult the weather app on my phone for what the future might hold.

Time means nothing when I’m weeding.  I went out after my coffee was done and worked until my stomach told me it was time for lunch.  As usual it was on Manitoba time but I decided to eat early and get back out there.  The pleasant breeze had picked up a bit but nothing crazy.

 

The crazy part happened while I was enjoying my taco salad.

Subconsciously it must have registered that a hurricane had blown in.  I don’t remember actually making a decision to not go right back outside, but I kept finding trivial, puttering jobs to do in the house; fold laundry, tidy the kitchen, text the carpenter who installed my new kitchen drawers that they needed some sort of adjustment.  When I got down to emptying the dehumidifier in the basement I knew – the chances of me working outside again today were somewhere between ‘slim’ and ‘none’.

Is it just me, or does it seem that Mother Nature’s prairie fan seems to be on the fritz?  There isn’t a single setting that seems to be working correctly.  The on/off switch is broken – the wind never seems to stop.  The oscillating option swings around wildly, one day from the east and then a day from the west and then the south.  The days that it blows from the north I can at least work outside because our windbreak lives up to its name.  Her wind machine also appears to be stuck on the ‘high’ setting.  If it wasn’t for the fact that we all hope it will blow in some rain I would love to find the power cord and yank the plug out of the wall.

An hour or so ago I mustered the resolve to go out and see if I couldn’t just finish weeding that one last row.

 

I couldn’t.

 

But I did take a walk around the yard to apologise to all of my poor plants tipped sideways in the wind, holding on for dear life.  I promised them a drink if the wind’s velocity ever went down far enough to allow water to fall to the ground from a sprinkler.  Some of my freshly transplanted ferns are actually broken.  The deck is covered in sticky hummingbird juice because the feeder spun its contents out all over the furniture out there.  The birds were looking for something to drink so I gave them some more but tethered the feeder to a deck post to prevent the sugar shower from happening again.

 

The trampoline has come very close to liftoff a couple times.  I told the dog he should go lay on it to hold it down.  His face can be so expressive at times.  Loosely translated his answer was ‘no’.

Not one mosquito was encountered on my walk although, come to think of it, there were a couple of blurs whizzing past my face.  At 60 kpm that might be what a mosquito looks like.

The weather app on my phone just gave me a heads up that there would be rain in the next 24 hours.  That sure would be nice, but I’m not holding my breath.  Mother Nature’s watering system doesn’t seem to be working well either this spring.