We knew it was coming, a night and day of rain, which is supposed to turn to snow tonight. We busted butt splitting firewood and Will hurried to get as much stacked inside as possible. But he ran out of “Will” last night and we were hoping the rain wouldn’t come until today. Wrong. We woke up to drizzly, nasty, cold rain. And the last truckload we’d split yesterday got wet. Bummer. We should have tarped it. But you know how that goes … So today Will is finishing up stacking that wood, mixed split and pole cuts, into the woodshed. He is stacking with lots of air space around the wood so hopefully it will dry in a week or so.
This weather is fit for ducks only. Our ducks, Biggie and Major, seem to love the wet orchard, puddling around in the grass looking for treats. And the wild turkeys don’t seem to mind, either. But the goats? Ha, they won’t even look outside. Goats hate rain. Where cows will ford a creek to get to another pasture, a goat would starve before getting their feet wet! What sissies!
With wet weather, I’m working inside mostly, cleaning the plastic bins we had our seed tomatoes in from tomato debris and getting the kitchen clean enough so I can start canning up the last of the cabbages. One froze but is now thawed and doesn’t look worse for the wear. That’s a good thing to know. One will be canned in chunks, and I think I’ll cook up some for supper. Gee, now I’m hungry! — Jackie