Until I can get to a hardware store to pick up the replacement hinges for the deck gate (and chicken door, and fence gate, and...and...), I had to improvise. The judicious placement of baling twine and the dogs' tennis ball toy seems to have done the trick
|Baling twine (left) and tennis ball/rope toy (right).|
If you look out from the deck, you can see the pergola, stacked like a giant erector set. Once the remaining glacier of snow melts and releases the remaining upright (using the term loosely) post, we will re-erect it. Hopefully, this time with better bracing and far enough from the roof line that any avalanche will not give us a repeat performance.
You may also see in the photograph above the snow. Yes, while I was doing a happy dance at the overnight temperatures in the mid-20s, I had yet to look outside. When I did, it was a sad dance, indeed. At least it should not stick to the ground, but fercryinoutloud.
After I had finished inoculating at M's last Saturday, I got a tour of what was happening on the farm. This involved walking into a deliciously warm greenhouse, carpeted with early spring greens. It's amazing how much better one feels when gazing upon green things. When I left a little later, they bestowed a bag of freshly picked greens. I am portioning them out very carefully. My lunches have reflected my efforts to empty out my canning shelves - sometimes successfully, sometimes not so much.
|Belden Farm greens, hard-boiled duck egg,|
dilly beans from 2015.