The first day of March involved a high temperature of 48 degrees, a low temperature of 7 degrees, rain, snow and high winds. The only thing missing was the plague of locusts, but I have heard that the cicadas will be entertaining us all summer. Joys abound.
I was awakened at 3 in the morning by the roaring sounds of ice floes sliding off the metal roof. Ker-chunk! By the time I dragged myself out of bed, there was an ice dam on the front deck, blocking my exit. Thank goodness for a back door! I did manage to get all the outside chores done, but had to walk twice as far and navigate two sets of stairs. My hips, knees and overall framing has not been getting that much action for quite a while, so I was pooped by the time I got in. I also found that my rain jacket had let me down. I was damp from head to toe.
I did manage to move the ice blocks and I think the worst of the ice fall is over. I sure hope so. As far as I can tell, there was only one bending of the roof vents - let's hope that little problem has been fixed.
My Covid vaccination is scheduled! Because my doctors are all in Vermont, I did not have to wade through the miasma of nonsensical vaccination scheduling in my home state of NY. I have heard reports of people in their 70s and 80s having to drive over three hours to a vaccination site. I am just scooting up to Bennington (where I scooteth every weekend) to celebrate St. Patrick's Day by getting shot number one. I just got the second shot of my shingles vaccination this past Thursday, so I had to be sure I gave myself at least two weeks in between. Having witnessed my mother, aunt and many friends' painful journey through shingles, I was more than happy to give myself some protection.
While my environment certainly is NOT showing signs of spring, the hens must be hooked into a deeper stream. Or one of them understood the 'fricassee' reference I've been using all winter. I was shocked to find five eggs in their nesting boxes! My nonagenarian neighbors will be getting a gift box of eggs in their mailbox.