Relative Something

No sooner had I stepped out of Marie’s vehicle at home and sent her down the road to her home did I find myself tending to the needs of our property. Welcome home, John.

The filter on the pond pump was in dire need of cleaning as the flow was down to barely a trickle. There were more weeds than grass growing in the yard and many of them were in the neighborhood of 8” tall. There was manure to be managed and fence lines overdue for a trim. The labyrinth looks like a jungle.

I needed to drive for gas and diesel fuel and empty mouse traps of carcasses. There were also clocks to reset as there was a brief loss of power while we were away. I don’t dare inspect Cyndie’s garden but the raspberry bushes are ready for harvest so I assume beans and peas deserve some attention at the very least.

It was very satisfying to find the horses had been well cared for during our time away and the flowers Cyndie surrounds the house with look like they aren’t desperate for a drink of water. There is evidence that a heavy rain event occurred based on the flattened grass in the drainage ditches and the significant washout in the paddock.

The uphill rain gauge contained 4” and the one by the labyrinth had 2.25.”

I got the mowing completed down by the road and then trimmed down there, too. Once again, it looks like somebody actually lives here.

After a shower and some dinner, clouds boiled up, and heavy rain and a little hail made another appearance. That brought the temperature down from the high 80s(F) to the low 70s in mere minutes.

The overnight temperatures felt like I was still up north. Only thing missing is a lake, my wife, and our dog.

No wonder I got so much accomplished in half-day of work yesterday.

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