In the garden: More global weirding
Very high wind for the past three days: I've never, in the five or six years I've been sheetmulching, had wind catch the edges of the newspaper layer and blow paper and straw all over the garden. (It's not happening everywhere, thank heavens; just two beds that the wind catches from the right angle, and fortunately I have some nice stakes I can lay down to hold the newspaper in place; lots of permaculture is putting what you've got lying around to good use!)
Sheesh, I'm heroically out in the garden -- it's 65° fer pity's sake -- and the wind just caught my Air screen and blew it to a new angle.
Another weird thing; our prevailing wind comes from the hortheast, which is why the town always used to smell of the paper mill just up the road, but this wind is coming from due west.
Now, I do know about the human tendency to project patterns into noise, and I know that climate isn't weather....
... but I can't help but feel this wind as a metaphor for our current plight: Huge currents, invisible, high above us, and over which we have no control.
Then again, I was cheap with the straw and cheap with the newspaper; spread too thin after the horrible winter and the fuel prices that killed me; more global wierding.
Nerves, I guess.