It seems we're getting all the rain we missed in June and July in August and September. It's been overcast and rainy here for what seems like weeks. We have hurricane Lee, way down in the Gulf of Mexico, to thank for this particular storm. It strains credulity that a hurricane half a continent away could send us this much rain - six inches or so over the last few days. Given the thorough soaking that Irene left us with not so very long ago, the standing water in the low spots, soggy turf in the high spots, and road closures all over aren't surprising. The hens and broiler chickens don't seem too happy with the wet ground, though they have enough shelter to keep their feathers dry. Apparently the Cuckoo Marans hens have the benefit of being bred for fairly wet conditions. I do my best to situate all of them on what high ground we have, but it's tough when I need to move them every day. We could use a let up in the rain now.
It's all so frustrating on the one hand - this should be the tail end of the massive summer harvest, and I'm holed up inside instead. And there's our hoop house project which has been stalled by one thing after another this year. We've made a start on it, laid out the footprint, built some raised beds, and gotten them mostly planted. But if we don't actually build the structure around those beds very soon, it'll all be for naught. The plants won't survive the winter unprotected. And winter is coming. On the other hand, I have to admit, it's refreshing to have a weather related excuse for indolence and moping. There was certainly a dearth of those earlier in the summer.
To top it off, the rain check excuse coincides with a much more serious reason why the hoop house project is stalled: my husband broke his thumb a week ago. He took a tumble on his bicycle while coming home from work on wet roads. It could have been much worse; he wasn't hit by a car and he was wearing a helmet and biking gloves. But he's very sore and his left hand is out of commission for at least the next few weeks. There's still no firm timeline on when he'll have full use of his hand again. At least he's right-handed.
The rest of the hoop house construction really needs two people to complete. It's far from ideal that we put the beds in before the hoops were in place, but the plants had to be planted at a certain time in order to mature before winter sets in. That seems to be the way projects go around here - everything done at the last possible moment, and therefore done imperfectly. We'll see what we can accomplish with three hands once the weather clears up, and then see if we can corral some friends to pitch in with what we can't do by ourselves. This would be a nice time to have WWOOF volunteers beating down our doors, but I haven't had so much as a nibble in quite a few weeks.
I'll quit moping now, even though it's raining again. And I'll try to have a more upbeat, more useful post out soon.
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