What a pickle!

A pickle dusted in snow…

Our plan for this weekend was simple – after a beautiful, sunny day on Friday (somewhere around 19ºC), we planned on:

1) taking down and storing our gazebo,
2) putting away our lawn furniture,
3) having one last barbecue, before placing the BBQ into storage for the winter,
4) and, taking the metal detector over the lawn, to search for dropped coin in our yard.

Sadly, snow was falling when we awoke Saturday morning. Stepping over a herd of assorted chickens to look out my balcony window, I was dumbfounded to see the white stuff covering everything that had been dry and ready for storage, just the day before. So much for the forecasts, which clearly must have involved throwing a dart while wearing a blindfold, and invoking the advice of an arthritic mule…

So, now I have to either store all this stuff wet and depressed (me, not the furniture), or wait until another few sunny days occur, with warm temperatures. Maybe a gentle trade wind.

The worst part was looking out at the cloth roof of our gazebo. Later in the day, I tried to shoot it with a portable blow-dryer, but our extension cord was about 18 inches short. Looking around at the expressions on our neighbours’ faces, maybe I should have waited until I had the cover of darkness to attempt that exercise…

So, now I must wait, and observe. I must stand ready to act as soon as the opportunity for a successful mission presents itself.

O Gazebo, I stand on guard for thee…

Chow for now!!