Guess who’s blown into town? The Wicked Wind of the West, that’s who. A sure sign of Winter and what’s to come. She blows up our driveway like a jet engine down a runway and into the garden knocking down tall stems and makeshift tripods in her path. This nice tripod I had in my whiskey barrel for the Cardinal Climber to climb upon? Gone.
Snapped off at the base by Wicked-you-know-who so that I cannot even simply put it back up. Its broken remains in my shed for repurposing.
Are my vegetable beds put to bed? Nope. Are my “protect from freezing” birdhouses and such cleaned and put away in the cellar? Nope. Are all my bulbs in? Nope. Is the garlic planted? Nope. Still waiting for that perfect Autumn day of crisp air and clear sunshine. But Wicked keeps breathing down my neck – the bitch – and bringing with her rain. Cold rain, the kind I hate the most.
I write this to remind myself of yet another reason (excuse?) for not getting my garden put to bed. I always say I’ll clean up, weed, edge, mulch in Fall when it’s cool and things have died back. But then there were the spiders – BIG spiders with webs sometimes 2-3′ across! NO WAY was I diving into the bush to cut back that Forsythia – a MILLION spiders could have been lurking there.
And then it rained, and rained, and rained again. Sure it was warm but too wet. Frankly, too warm. I’ve sweat enough this Summer, thank you. I would like to be comfortably cool. And where was, is, that beautiful Autumn light? Now? Wicked Wind of the West is moving in and the rain is cold. Cold rain, boy do I hate cold rain – might as well s***. The only thing I hate more? WIND.
Not so long ago, Wicked Wind managed to blow over my rustic arbor! It has never been quite the same. I am propping it up now with a branch because it’s sort of leaning from the weight of the Trumpet Vine.
My rustic obelisks are also failing/rotting. One of them also broken off by Wicked herself a few weeks ago. I’ll be disassembling them both and putting up hard wire for things to grow up next year.
Even the Leaf trellis is beginning to get rickety – will it topple?
I fear the worst when I return from my migration – will anything be left standing? Still, I look forward to building some new rustic structures. I’ve got the system down – put up and stake into the ground with 3′ stakes! That’s how wicked Wicked West is around here!
I will not miss Wicked Wind of the West during my migration. No, I will not miss THIS …
Upon returning for the Winds of March, I’m prepared. Our back porch which we have named The Board Room finally, finally is buttoned up with a real sliding door and windows! Soon, we will also have an operable wood stove. It will be something to look forward to upon returning home, and before Spring.
Next year, siding. More layers to keep the wind at bay.