Everywhere you turn, you hear of frozen pipes, cars in ditches from icy roads, and caution to get your animals inside from the frigid cold this winter. With all this in mind, I wrote a poem called Winter Blech. Winter Blech! Bare trees.All gone dormant.Plants reside in the basement,under grow lights. Bee hives are securedfor the winterwith mouse guardsat the entrance. Time to settle infor the long wait’til we see Jonquils again. As of today, January 23, 2024, Spring is…
Winter! Blech! Trees are bare.Everything’s gone dormant.Plants reside in the basement,under grow lights. Bees are securedfor the winterwith mouse guardsat the entrance. Time to settle infor the long wait’til we see Jonquils again.
A couple of months ago I spread this plastic to kill all the grass and weeds at the farm. In December I’ll take up the plastic and scatter wild flower seeds. The winter snow (hopefully) will water them and by spring I’ll have a nice stand of flowers for my bees to work on. This past weekend my son, Josh and I planted six blueberry bushes my daughter, Jennifer found on sale at Walmart on the north end of the…
In honor of the changing season I pulled these plants from the patio, tucked them in the basement under grow lights, and wrote this poem: Season’s Change October has come and gone. Time to bring plants in before freeze. Gone is the gentle south wind and warm summer breeze. Check the furnace and fireplace. Make sure they’re ready to go. Tune up the blower in preparation for snow. Pull dead plants from flowerbeds, winterize the hoses, rake leaves, sweep the…
City living with its many conveniences causes us to forget the harsh conditions which lie beyond the city limits. Conditions that farmers face every day when caring for their animals during this seemingly-endless winter. My son, Josh, needed a little assistance this week and asked me to accompany him to feed and water the horses at our farm. Snow hid the metal plate covering the turn-on valve for the water supply in order to fill the stock tank. We had…
Suddenly it’s winter in Kansas. I wrote this poem after the recent snow storm. Winter Sneaks In shrouded with darkness when no one is looking with a blast of frigid air followed by snowflakes blown sideways into unsuspecting mid-November night screaming, “I’m here whether you like it or not!” My titles are available on Amazon.com here. God’s Little Miracle Book is now available in audio at https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/sally-jadlow/1303687606 for iTunes and at Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007F5H0H4
Ever wonder what the weather will be this winter? Check the inside of a persimmon seed, according to The Old Farmer’s Almanac. WINTER WEATHER FOLKLORE Pixabay HOW TO PREDICT WEATHER WITH A PERSIMMON SEED Cut open a persimmon seed. (The fruit should be locally-grown to reflect your weather. A ripe seed works best.) Image from www.hoosierweather.com Look at the shape of the kernel inside. If the kernel is spoon-shaped, lots of heavy, wet snow will fall. Spoon = shovel! If it is fork-shaped, you can expect…