Here and gone - Tropical Depression Debby

Hurricane Debby was a tropical storm by the time it reached us. The radar map looked scary, but while the sprawling storm brought a lot of rain, at my location there was very little wind. For that I am grateful.

The weather broadcasts I watched frightened me. This was the first major round of dangerous weather since Ron passed back in March. My head knew that even if he were still with us, damage control would fall on me. Knowing that didn't ease my mind any. I prepared for the worst and got the generator ready.

The rains came, slow and steady. Over Wednesday night and all day Thursday, I waited for the sump pump to begin to cycle. It didn't. I knew the ground was dry and the slow, soaking rain was just what we needed to replenish the earth. It was daybreak on Friday before the sump pump cycled, and then it was only for a couple of hours. The power grid coughed up one tiny flicker but stayed on. Deuce, Loki, and I made it through. I'm grateful for the lack of strong winds because there is very little clean-up to do in the woods. 

I weathered the storm in more ways than one. I missed having Ron to talk to and to counsel me, that is to say remind me, to check the basement and use the binoculars to keep an eye on the lane. My friends had more faith than I - only one called to check on me. I'll remember her in my prayers, for sure. 

It's now Saturday and the sky is blue and the sun is shining. It's a steamy August day, and it's easy to forget my worries during the week just past. 

That's what we need to do. Forget and forge ahead. 

The Lady of Holly Tree Manor/The Hideaway

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Moving from garden to firewood

My gardening season is over. There is one lone basil plant in the garden and I'm toying with the idea of putting it in the greenhouse to see how long it will go. The begonias will stay in their planters until a hard frost gets them. I'm content to let them go because the mother plants will tucked away all nice and cozy in the den this winter with a grow light. 

The Greenstalk has been moved to its new location by the patio. The daylilies have been repotted and the big pots are ready for next year. The year #1 buckets have new soil and are in the greenhouse waiting for spring. 

My best tip for anyone planning a container garden - woven ground cover from Grower's Solutions. It held up to foot traffic, stopped the grass and weeds, and is easy to keep tidy. I used the leaf blower to keep it free of debris. 

I feel really good about the 2023 season. I not only enjoyed having the garden and watching it grow and produce, but I gained more knowledge. My garden will never feed us for an entire year, but it puts a few fresh things on the table with some left over to preserve.  

Now it is time to move from gardening season to firewood season. I have a good supply of firewood for this year, and what we split now will be for the 2024-25 winter, and possibly beyond. I have a large maple that I've contracted with a service to take down, and an equally large cherry that I could drop but my cousin says he will do the honors. 

Before we get really into it, there is a small pile of cherry and oak to split and stacked that can be burned toward the end of this year if needed. Using the bucket on the John Deere, I'll bring some poplar up to the house and clear a spot to begin stacking for next year. We worked a lot harder before we got the tractor. 

Life in the country moves with the seasons. There's comfort in being in tune with nature. I may not have the biggest house or drive a brand-new car (by choice, mind you), but I am content to be where I am with what I have. And not only am I content, I am generally happy with my life and my country lifestyle. 

Yes, there is work to do. Daylight, I'm waiting on you!

The Lady of The Hideaway

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