The March wind doth blow, and we shall have snow. Or . . . if it's not snow, it's a bit of rearranging of cold frames.
My laziness caused this. Well, yeah, and the mighty gusts of wind we had last night.
Last fall I covered my herb bed (see the framing on top of a raised garden bed closest in that jumble in the picture?) with a deep layer of straw. The next day the wind did an excellent job of blowing my winter blanket of mulch clean off the bed. Papa Pea suggested we put a cold frame, minus the top, on the bed, gather the scattered straw and dump it back on top of the herbs but, this time, inside the topless cold frame. Worked like a charm. The mulch stayed put and was soon covered by a layer of snow. Sleep tight, little herbs.
The bed directly in front of the herb bed was fall planted in some greens I wanted to carry into the cold weather as long as I could so a cold frame with a cover was put on that bed. And we were able to have lettuce, kale, spinach, chard, etc. longer than usual because of the protection of the cold frame.
Before the snows started, I should have removed that cold frame, but my lazy self said I could just leave it there until I wanted to start working the bed this spring.
Even though the cold frame was tied to the frame of the raised bed with several lengths of baling twine and had a bungie and a hook and eye holding the lid to the raised bed framing, you can see what the wind did to it last night.
The cold frame with lid was torn from the raised bed, picked up and deposited on the top of the topless cold frame covering my herb bed.
The wind continued to blow today also. Not a bad thing because no more damage was done (that we've discovered anyway), and it should have helped evaporate some of our remaining snow and, I hope, hope, hope, dry out some of our mud.
I should have had my camera in hand this afternoon while Papa Pea and I were running some rough cut lumber through the planer. If you've ever done that you know tons of sawdust and wood shavings are created in the process. Mix that with the stiff wind and you'll know we had sawdust blowing everywhere. It's so embedded in my work jacket that trying to brush the stuff off didn't work worth a diddle. I think I even have some in my . . . oh, never mind.
The March wind doth blow. Somebody should harness it for power.