I just plain ran out of steam yesterday while everything else was being engulfed in steam. For two days we were racked by violent thunderstorms. Somehow I managed to squeeze in some work kind work in between them.
After getting freezer burn, the wild cultivated gardens on a North Carolina mountain top were getting battered by torrential downpours and violent blasts of wind. It hailed on me in my travels.
Rain is good though. Even a hard rain. The sedges in the zen lawn of the cabin side bed are getting poofy green and looking fun.
The new trellis shows up quite nicely in the steam. Still has a forward lean to it, but it didn't blow over. I bought some long metal stakes of sorts to give the trellis some more bracing against the wicked winds that like to roar through these mountain tops.
I was fog bound in mind and body.
Have I mentioned how strong the winds can be up here? The Blue Pot art project blew over. I can't believe it. Three hundred pounds of gravel pushed over from the wind catching abilities of leafless bamboo poles. The biggest surprise is that the Blue Pot didn't smash. Seeing this and thinking about standing it back up really made my mind go foggy.
Such is life in the wild. Always at the mercy of nature's whims.