Today around noon, I was out watering some green bean plants in the heat, in vain, thinking, I should blog about this…and then thinking no, people don’t want to hear me bitch all the time. I swear, everything I want to write about is how the weather SUCKS, and is uncooperative in the summer. It’s depressing fighting the good fight. It was so hot earlier, that I would spray my feet here and there, because it was too hot to stand on the dead grass. Occasionally I’d step on a tiny pebble and jump, because the pebble felt like a hot coal. Too hot to stand on the dead grass!!!! We took a break around 2pm, to grab some late lunch. Out of nowhere, clouds rolled in, then rolled through DUMPING RAIN (!!!!!!!!!!) all over this region. Good thing I watered! I was so happy, I almost cried. We needed the rain. And by we I mean for all of us Northwest Arkansas, this rain was for all of us! Thank you rogue storm, now my rain barrels are full and the ground is well watered!
I just got back from the spot where the hoop stood. There was a break in the rain, and I felt brave enough to see the carnage for myself. It’s funny how you think you are prepared for things sometimes, I saw the images, I knew what I was about to see, but it still didn’t stop the fact of the gravity of the situation washing over me, and me weeping uncontrollably for at least five minutes. I didn’t realize all of the attachments I had connected to that structure, and it all came out.
This is what I walked up to, snapped the picture, took a deep breath….trying to hold it all in, and sniff…you know the rest.
This is incredibly sad to me.
I knew the wind was strong, but to walk up to this and see the couplers twisted like this, it…..yeah. WOW!
sniff sniff. : (
This image is of the pipe that anchored the whole ship to the ground, bent up, but the earth augur is still in the ground.
The North side hoop blown and twisted toward the east.
Mother Nature straight up body slammed this hoop!
The chard is still delicious!
I’d like to mention that when I said I cried uncontrollably, it was more like angry weeping, It sucked…it still does, but we must move forward!
Here is the Mothership in happier times! R.I.P.
She grew a lot of food last season, and she will be missed.
I would also like to add here some thanks: Roy, thanks for being here to be a chaperone for the kids, and you forgot the blood soup in the fridge. Paul Z, thanks for coming over first thing and asking what do you need to do first, much appreciated. Grace, thanks for taking pictures this morning and having nice hugs. Cody, thanks for calling and lending your help when we need it…I’m thinking farm aid!
The heat “wave” in these parts is becoming unbearable. Not even those lucky enough to have air conditioning are safe. Crops are failing, the earth is soooooo dry. We are outside with a hose everyday, trying to keep our plants alive long enough for the fall, because maybe then it will be cool enough for the tomatoes to set fruit. It’s limping along, to put it nicely. The heat is the prime topic of everyone’s conversation, especially those who have lived in these parts their whole lives. Yesterday it hit between 108° F-110° F, reports vary. Still, that’s the hottest temperatures this region has EVER seen. Coming from the Central Valley of California, those temps aren’t too surprising, but I will agree with the locals, this isn’t supposed to happen here.
This morning, I went to take care of the chickens, feed them and bring them water. I let out the birds, and I notice there aren’t as many. I walk into the coop and see our red rooster dead and laying on the side of the laying boxes. Hmmmm. I look around and Peter, our turkin, is also missing. At this point I panic. Did something get into the coop? Where are the other bodies?! I walk back and find Paul and tell him about what I saw and didn’t see.
“Oh, yeah. There were six dead chickens yesterday, probably from the heat.”
This damn heat. Those poor chickens! My beloved Peter.
The baby chickens, about a dozen have hatched and have been moved into their own home. We have lost two due to heat or pecking, I’m not sure, but there are ten now. We’ll have to take a recount at the end of the day. Yesterday the kids pointed out to me that one of the baby chicks had the bald neck, “It’s a Turkin!” they said. When I saw it, I felt tremendous joy. I looked over at Peter in his separate coop and told him congratulations! “You’re a father!” It pains me to write about his death today. He was one of two birds in our flock that I said we’d feed until they died because we all were so fond of them. Here is a link of how he entered our lives. It was such a neat story, scroll down to the entry titled “Crazy Freak Weather”. R.I.P. Peter. Hopefully your child is also a male.
Today there is cloud cover, and there were some raindrops, maybe ten. Just enough to say yeah, remember this wet stuff that falls from the sky? Well, I’m going over here, I’m not playing with you today. We’ll see.