Month: March 2021

The temperature peaked at forty seven degrees yesterday. It was lovely. The snow is visibly dropping in height, there is finally sufficient moisture for snow balls, and the smells in the air are shifting as the cold weather loses its grip. Sunday here on my little mountain top was a near perfect day.

Alas, it is short lived, and Spring is only a teasing this early into the month of March. A new storm should land here on Thursday or so this week, predicting from 18 inches upwards, so if we factor that by four or five as in the past? We stand the chance to get a real dumping of fresh powder through the weekend.

Plans move forward for Spring, regardless. I have hand drawn images of the forthcoming greenhouse, both the foundation and the roof, and am in the process of turning them into real drawings. Based upon much reading, and a season on this mountain top with the relentless winds and constantly drifting snow, it seems more realistic to design one that fits the environment, versus assuming another’s design will suffice.

I need two heat sources for the building throughout the winter. I need a cooling system for the summer. Both of these must be accomplished in such a way that they do not consume any power, nor require a steady supply of fuel to maintain, so much investigation was done. Satisfied to have answers for both, architectural diagrams are the next logical step. Growing my own food is no longer only a desire; in this shifting world in which we live, it is becoming a survival tool, not just comfort for the long, snowy, lovely winters out here in the wild.

The snow is starting to melt, temperatures rising above the freezing point this month, for the first time since late Fall. The snow is starting to form into snowballs when pressed, and the shift in the landscape is becoming noticeable. Wind, however, remains the most prevalent factor, more so than snow. Some ridges get blown bare, whilst others get the migration landing normally, steadily, regularly increasing the snow totals.

My yard is several feet deep in places; the house and out buildings do wonders for the building up of snow drifts. Snow fencing might help, but when the snow blows in many directions, often at once, just where does one place such fencing? Maybe I need a dome like that cheesy Stephen King novel (is that redundant now?). At least it would block the relentless wind.

Much is slowing down, having spent a month now, working for no one, often not even myself. I am settling into my skin, and planning just what might be next. I am in need of a task to occupy the Self, and such triggers are turning on again, now that work is nil. It will sort itself out, the path, however, is not yet determined.