Yesterday’s clear skies and unseasonably warm temperatures are giving way to cloud-laden skies likely to deliver sheets of rain and unseasonably warm temperatures. If I could exercise some degree of control over the weather, I would do it. Because, you see, today I had scheduled a guy to come clean up leaves and other detritus from wind-beaten trees. I have tried to keep up with it, but my puny electric leaf blower isn’t up to the task; the work requires a gas-powered monster that can deliver enough velocity to force decaying leaves from spaces between rocks.
Alas, I think it’s unlikely my guy will be able to do the work today. Back to weather-control; I would if I could but I can’t. I’ll wait to see if the guy thinks he might come between storms; I rather doubt it. As I write this, claps of thunder shake the house and the lights flicker. Methinks this is some pretty powerful weather.
One of the draws of living “in the forest” was that I would no longer have to do yard work, which I defined as mowing and edging a lawn. I now understand that yard work encompasses other things. I am not complaining. I am simply making an observation about something I did not quite “get” earlier.
Okay. Enough of this. The weather is getting a bit too intense. I’ll post, unplug, and chill.
