Thunderstorms…they happen everywhere. One happened right over the house two weeks ago. Did you know that lightning often travels from the ground to the clouds? And that’s probably what happened here. Our neighbour was standing in his garage when a plasma ball erupted over our roof. He actually felt the shock.
We lost more than half our garden, either snapped off by wind or drowned in a curtain of heavy rain.
The water pump was destroyed, the outside phone switch was so badly damaged that the cover was blown off, and our internet modem was fried. Outside of one phone that had been purchased five years ago for $7, all has been replaced or repaired or salvaged.
Next week I will get a few tomato plants and such to replace what was lost; Canadian Tire has them marked down.
We are still struggling to get the second garden plot in shape. I have heedlessly planted what I called my “Neolithic” garden – it is full of rocks. The rocks will get picked out, the sod busted or moved, and I will get another row of beans or carrots or beets in.
It is not a beautiful garden. It is an example of what one two-bottom plow and two people with a pick-axe and a hoe can do in a short period of time. Some of it may stay in sod until fall, when I truly hope to get fields plowed and harrowed properly.
Lesson: People on this side of the river, at this end of the road, are not farming anymore. We will have to look at our own equipment; I am serious about getting a horse or a team, and a plow, a harrow, and hay making equipment. All it takes is money and a little training. I am being blithely optimistic, because I have no hope of getting the money anytime soon. But God is good, and if the opportunity arises, I will thank Him and rise to the challenge.