March at the rabbit patch is a very windy affair. The territory is situated in a particular area where the wind blows without mercy. This makes us subject to storms with gusts that send the rockers off the porch and the tin off the barns. Twice, we have had “downdraft” storms which are quick and brutal. When it is over, the Farm Life residents come out from their homes, in a daze and scan the countryside, making sure everyone is accounted for. Farmers armed with tractors and chainsaws go to work, clearing the debris. Anything not nailed down is usually found weeks later in the woods and ditches, and returned by the finders.
Not every day is so harsh, in March, but even on the ordinary days, the wind will keep us as house bound as any winter weather. I do not know how blossoms hold their own in March…
View original post 519 more words