Days Of The Chokecherry

We’ve had an interesting couple of days. On Friday, our first real thunderstorm came by. It was scary. We could see it on the radar hours before, a chain of thunderstorms 100km long. It even spawned a tornado which wrecked a cottage community and killed a man. One family was partying in a light building and ran 200m to a basement to save themselves. Much of this we knew as the thing approached my area. Suddenly, the radar showed the storm breaking up and losing intensity. What I didn’t notice was that the eye of the storm passed over the radar station and blinded it…

The result was a blackout in Winnipeg and gusts of wind up to 88km/h at the YWG airport, ten miles away. I went out to check that everything was secure and found two or three items already moving around the yard in the stiff breeze. I tipped a table over and gathered up some grand kids’ toys, a plastic bag and plastic pail. Yesterday morning I could find no damage except a little gully across a patch of ground seeded to grass. We dodged a bullet. Some folks further north had golf-ball sized hail. It could have been much worse. I think travelling over a cold lake calmed the air considerable. Thank you, Lake Manitoba.

After that adventure my son and I went picking chokecherries (Prunus virginiana) in the wild. I collected hundreds of tiny cherries from just two small trees at the edge of a forest. The seeds/stones are now being cleaned and I will stratify them over the winter to plant next spring. Then I will have enough chokecherry bushes in my yard…

Speaking of our yard… It’s finally looking a lot like a yard should instead of patch of weeds with occasionally interesting stuff sticking out. TLW seems intent on finally finishing a bunch of berms which started as piles of mud four years ago, you know, when I told her how much trouble they would be growing weeds… She’s finally thinking of doing last what she should have done first, setting down barriers to the weeds. It’s all good. I may survive my wife’s silliness long enough to enjoy the fruits of my labours. As the labours to fight her weeds subside, I will finally be able to have a nice garden instead of a thriving patch of weeds.

About Robert Pogson

I am a retired teacher in Canada. I taught in the subject areas where I have worked for almost forty years: maths, physics, chemistry and computers. I love hunting, fishing, picking berries and mushrooms, too.
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