Ah, they often go awry.
So, about a month or so ago, we had started seedlings (a little early, in my opinion, but sometimes it’s best to let my wife do her thing), and there was an accident: a freak windstorm blew over our greenhouse, scattering them to the four corners. There was much gnashing of teeth and rending of clothes. We picked up what we could, and moved on.
Scouring our store of seeds, and gratefully accepting donations from friends doing likewise (community, what?), we re-started the seeds. This time, we had heavy blocks holding down the greenhouse. Things were looking good.
What happened, you ask? Calamity? No, simply Mother Nature being fickle. Overall, we’ve got much, *much* less than 50% germination, which is extremely disappointing. Some of what we’d been looking forward to quite eagerly has done poorly, at best; some things (green zebra tomatoes, lima beans [!], cabbage) have done exactly zero. Oh, we’ve plenty of Roma tomatoes, and beefsteaks; we’ll be swimming in squash and melons (butternut, Delica, hard winter squash, several cantaloupe). Some plants, if treated well, make up for lack of absolute numbers in prolificness (is that a word?): any of the indeterminates, such as cucumbers, tomatoes, beans and peas. What we have will probably get planted this weekend… Shall we do a garden journal? (“Victory Gardens,” of sorts–I have my worries about the greatly increased rattling of sabers, lately…)
Other events: I was going to cut down several trees that grew up at the base of a barn, threatening roof and foundation. I had chainsaw; I had assistants and rope (we needed to pull the trees as they were cut, to ensure they fell in a safe direction). All was going well–and then something broke. The chain? No. The engine? No. No, the pin attached to the bar adjustment screw, which ensures that the bar remains “extended” and the chain stays on. A small thing; the piece costs under a dollar, if you can find it. If. (The part has been ordered, arrived, and been replaced–the offending trees will come down likely on Saturday.)
Sometimes, no matter what you plan for, Life ™ throws you a curve. Things happen that you simply can’t plan for. As we used to say in the military, “No plan survives first contact with the enemy intact.”
And, when all is said and done, if you’re doing it right, prepping is like a chainsaw: you spend more time messing with it than you do actually using it.
How go your gardens? Your chainsaws? Your preps?