Holy Moly

I’m telling you…I do not want to hear any farmer in my area complaining about moisture this spring.
Not a single one.
Oh, I’m sure there’ll be complaints.
Of too much.
Because that’s what we farmers do…we bitch about the weather and the water, no matter what.
But as it stands right now?
Yeah, we’re not hurting for moisture.
This is the most snow we’ve had since our first year here.
We have 7 foot drifts over our back yard.
The gate to get into the pasture is buried…
The Merry Mares waterer is a hole in a snow bank…
It’s fucking crazy.
There is so much snow.
And we’re under a special weather statement *right now* for an Alberta Clipper coming through in the next day or so. That means more snow. More blowing snow.

Somehow in the middle of that, we have to get our truck loaded onto a flat deck and taken up to the closest town with a mechanic to have Her repaired.
Looks like the cv joint/shaft is gone.
Which is better than our initial thought that Hubby had blown the transmission.
Both just make me want to curl up in a ball and cry.
That’s all this winter has been.
A series of balls in the corner crying.

So right now we have a rental car (because they didn’t even have an SUV available) and an Alberta Clipper coming at us.

At what point does a person get to feel defeated?
Like, when do we really get to just give up and say “I can’t do it anymore?”
Because I feel like the 3 of us are so close to that breaking point right now, it’s not even funny.
Well, since dark humour is how we tend to handle things, maybe it is funny.
I don’t know.
I just don’t even know anymore.

Today we’re (I think) going to attempt to dig out the gate to the pasture.
I hope.
And for the first time ever, we’re pondering just giving The Merry Mares a whole bale (850ish lbs) of hay.
Just drop the whole bale and let them eat ’til this round of storm is done.
*If* it gets as bad as the last few Clippers that came through, with a car, Hubby might have to stay in the city. That will leave The Kid and I to get everyone taken care of on our own.
It would be a bazillion times easier if we weren’t trying to haul hay too.
They should be fine with it.
It’s the same hay their eating now, just they’ll have a whole bale.
And honestly, they always have hay, we just portion it out to control waste and Fat Ruby.
I think the biggest thing that might happen is some waste…but if it helps the humans out over the next week, I’m okay with some wastage.

But it hasn’t all been this trying.
I did get most of my biggest seed order in.
Still a couple things that will be shipped out later.
Also ordered my yarrow and broadleaf plantain seeds.
I figured since I only had 2 plants I was carefully harvesting from this past summer, I’d self seed some for a bounty.
Also joined Grower’s Blend Northern Seed Library as a grower.
Pretty excited about that!
I get to steward (grow and save seeds for the Library) San Marzano tomatoes, RattleSnake pole beans, and Black Hollyhocks.
So. Excited!!

I also started 2 jars of honey fermented garlic.
Oh. My.
People, this stuff is divine…if you like garlic and honey.
It smells amazing, tastes incredible, is a damn fine immune system support…and is an excellent addition to homemade pizza crusts (and a zillion other homemade things).
Normally I would use garlic from my garden, but my yield was bad, and I didn’t find any more to plant last fall, so I have nothing for the spring (boooo-urns!!), so Hubby brought me home a 2.2 lb (that’s 1kg for my Canadian friends) of garlic from the mega mart.
I had a gallon pail of local honey from a friend of the Farm who gets it locally…so I smushed the 2 together for some nom nom nom.

And then of course there are the current events ’round these Canadian parts.

~ The big ol’ trucker convoy headed to Ottawa.

~ Our useless PM hiding from the truckers…like seriously, if you want to diffuse things, maybe get your ridiculous arse out there and speak with them?
Nah, not Trudeau.
Hide, hide, hide.

~ Victims of human trafficking freezing to death in the middle of nowhere in a blizzard.
This one makes me the angriest.
All these people bitching about the convoy (I don’t care if you’re for or against them), slamming them for being selfish, racist, misogynist (because Trudeau said so, so it must be true)…not *one* has said anything about coyotes in our province.
Not. A. Single. One.
4 people froze to death.
2 of them were children.
In a storm so effing bad, that we who live in this climate were out in it as absolutely little as possible.
7 others were found on the US side of the border (they were all trying to cross into the US) by US authorities. And thank God(dess) they were found, or they would have died too!!
The silence about it all from the vast majority of Canadians is deafening.
And disgusting.

On the one hand…
I’m tired.
I’m sick of humans and their backward attempts at humanity, shrieking about how others owe them safety for the greater good while IGNORING preventable deaths in their back yard.
I’m sick of the snow.
I’m sick of winter.

On the other hand…
I’m glad for my small circle of people that is so supportive…
I’m really, really glad for them.

On the gripping hand…
I’m ready for spring.
And it’s only 50 days away.
50 days.