Opps. I meant to write an entry commemorating the one-year anniversary of the beginning of this blog, but I missed it. Whoa, how time flies! I’ve lived in Ohio for over a year. Zoinks! You’ve seen my successes and failures, and spent minutes of your life reading about them. Thank you, I type, thank you!
And so life continues, as it always has here at Orchard House. I have a dog, right now, oozing anal leakage on my leg. My ram lamb? Injured again. And we’re out giving shots to him every night. Mud? Yeah, I got it. Laundry? It’s built up. Our one constant? Bob Evans continues to jump up on me with his wet paws and chew my hand like it’s a baby otter.
So thank you, for sharing the past year with me. We have many more to go! So fasten your seat belts. (Buy some Carrot Cake Jam.) We’ll continue to share this journey together. (Buy some Carrot Cake Jam.) Bob Evans will continue to jump up and chew my arm. (Buy some Carrot Cake Jam.)
What’s the next year hold? Who knows! But one thing is for sure, it’s going to continue be an adventure!
I must report we lost our beloved Chompers this morning. A betta fish that lived with us for the average lifespan of such a creature (2 to 3 years), he was struggling the past few weeks. Adopted at a PetCo in Maryland, he was a member of the original Ohio settlement. And so he will be buried in the garden, the first of us to fall. It’s all very Oregon Trail.
Mustafa and Mr. Fancy’s Feast remain. They will carry on your memory. You were blue, beautiful, and sassy. Now you are in the big pond in the sky, chomping at baby shrimps and making it as an ultimate Siamese fighter!
Except for the occasional blizzard, I very rarely ever thought about the weather. If I woke-up and it was raining, maybe I’d spend an extra five minutes thinking about my outfit, looking for an umbrella, and running from the outside to the inside.
Sun, clouds, drizzle, flurries, and wind are all inconveniences – especially when we live in the city. But out here, in rural America, you have to know what the weather is doing, and going to be, or else you’re going to face the consequences!
Rain means a mucky, muddy barnyard mess. You can’t rake. It’s gross. You can’t feed hay in the rain, or it gets wet and is ruined. Rain and hay don’t mix. It can’t be transported in the rain. You get the picture. Rain is a troublemaker.
If it freezes outside, water becomes inaccessible. Animals can’t drink, ducks can’t swim, and hoses are rendered useless. You’d better know if it’s going to be cold out, get your heaters placed accordingly, and ensure the winter coat has been cleaned. Which reminds me…
Heat is another enemy. It dries out gardens. And it melts llamas. Water evaporates and animals can’t drink, ducks can’t swim. It’s no wonder people read that Farmer’s Almanac thing. Weather can be tricky! Luckily, when there’s a tornado warning, the township gives us a call. But at that point, it’s just a matter of battening down the hatches!
Today, I look at the weather a week out and plan activities around those international symbols of sun, sun with some clouds, and rain clouds. I haven’t made it to the almanac yet. Maybe I’ll grab myself a copy and hold on to it for the blizzard.