The past week has been nasty, cold, windy. Tonight’s low is forecast to be 30° F, tomorrow 29°. And as I walked outside this evening I looked up and saw blossoms on our young apricot tree.
Now I’m the first to admit that I’m not very good at orchardry (that’s obviously not a word according to spell check). We only have six or seven young fruit trees, replacements for an older set of trees that bore sporadically. And the new batch hasn’t shown a lot more promise.
So you’ll understand that I stood there and said, “Seriously nature?”
You plant and tend new trees, wait patiently for several years, and then the cold wipes out another year’s crop in an evening.
I did what I could with my limited mental abilities; grabbed some spun fabric row cover from the barn, fought the 25 mph winds, and wrapped the tree. Like Larry, Moe and Curly led by Shemp. Not sure whether it’ll stay in place (it’s held together with clothes pins).
You’re beating your head against the wall when you get mad at nature. But sometimes you’d just like to give Ma Nature a good swift kick in her fat fanny.