I was so excited to have transplanted all the seedlings to their respective raised beds. I was trying to work in the moment. The sun on my face, the cool breeze, the soil falling between my fingers.
Excitement can quickly turn into trepidation. Did I break any stems..... are they going to live.... did I water them enough..... are they getting too much sun?
The kitchen herbs have been the only casualties so far. Quinn and Shiner didn't like the way they were planted and upended them. Replanted the basil, thyme, oregano and fennel.
An hour after I finished working in the back yard, there was a crash that shook the whole house. It sounded like a car wreck on the street but the dogs ran to the back. Looking out over the pasture below, there was nothing out of place yet something was missing. The oak tree was gone and so were our parts of our fence. We are blessed that the 100 ft. tall 6 ft around tree didn't hit the house, the chicken coop, the dogs or the neighbor's house although their deck didn't survive.
What a difference a day makes? The tree is gone and nice piles of firewood remain. Just two holes in the fence and a broken deck. All fixable.
Plus all the plants perked back up after being transplanted.
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