I had the barge drop off almost 1000 pounds the other day. Seven hundred and fifty of it was gardening supplies. The balance is a steel fuel tank. Sal and I had built a ‘place’ for it over the last week and now we can install it. Of course, wrestling a 250 pound tank into position and uphill at a steep angle won’t be easy but, after schlepping gardening supplies, the tank felt light. Still, even if it is light, it was ‘billed’ as 250 pounds plus plus valves and crap.
But Spring begins with the garden and when the supplies are delivered, the garden effort begins. We unloaded it and got it all up the hill and into the green house this morning. “Want a cup of tea?” “Yeah but I am not sure I can lift the cup. Just pour the tea on my unconscious, supine body. I’ll lie here in the meantime.”
“I was gonna suggest you go and make it. I can’t move. Maybe we will both just lie here instead.”
As I lay on the ground staring up into the trees, I noticed that the sun was pretty high in the sky. “We have to adjust the panels. They are still on winter setting. The sun is higher now. We’re losing power.”
“I have no power.”
So we just lay there.
But, eventually I got up. And staggered off to build a little prawn trap base for the new boat. We will go prawning over the next few days and lay in a few pounds for the season. No sense in overdoing it. They keep fresher in the water. And in May the commercial fishery guys come in and clean the area out. They decimate it. The fact that there are a few prawns left to start the next year is a miracle.
I hate DFO. Their official ‘policy’ is that, “If the commercial fishery kills it in one area, they will move on. Then the area can restore itself. No problem.”
Maybe we don’t pay those degree-holding, Ottawa-residing bureaucrats enough?
Anyway……this blog is about starting up again. It feels like that for us. Every Spring feels like a beginning. Of course, it is NOT a beginning, it is a continuation but, in nature, it feels like renewal at the very least. And we feel that so much more than we did when living in the city. The seasons mean something out here.
And this Spring feels late in coming. My recent recollections of previous years were that flowers were blooming in February but, here it is April and we have the stove still going full tilt. It is still cold.
Regardless, we are doing what we do at this time of year and hope the natural way of things simply catches up. We’ll see.