Mother Nature is disrupting Maine and several other states.
Tom Geiger of South Bridgton clears a road down Route 107 with his tractor on January 9, 1998. He is spearheading a rescue effort to help rescue Mack his Gillette from his home in the remote area of Moose Cove after an ice storm. At Highland Lake, a storm cuts the Jenny family’s phone line. David A. Rodgers/Staff Photographer, File
Isn’t she doing better? My lawn and backyard are a total mess. You can barely see the grass she has pruned everything available. Her one of the great projects she has accomplished is building a nice skating her rink on our front lawn. I don’t think I’m the only one who suddenly had a waterfront property along the road. (It’s fun to watch a wild turkey do her spin or two on the ice. Surprisingly, they don’t knock on the door and ask for music.)
Mother Nature seems to have lost her glasses. She is pulling the weather lever on her machine. Weather machines may need a shot of WD40 or an oil change.
For those of us in Bridgeton, the recent 18 inches of snow was followed by torrential, icy rain that blew away the roads and trails, whether paved or dirt, hitting the ice levers, I’ve seen people try to get in and out of cars without sliding under them. she’s having too much fun The scary part is that winter has just started.
As a side job, she tinkered with power. While it was snowing, she tested the tensile strength of our telephone and power lines by loading loads into the branches of a nearby cedar tree and pushing as hard as possible to dislodge them from the sides of the house. It didn’t work.
I always remember standing by the kitchen window during the 1998 ice storm and my husband saying, “Well, at least we still have phone lines.”
No mention of the ongoing chaos in the backfield. When I wasn’t watching, good old Mother Nature ravaged our poor old apple tree, breaking limbs and splitting one down the middle. Was she punishing them for not producing normal winter food for the local deer herds and turkey herds?
Deer are very smart and flexible. They enjoy a new appetizer of our juniper bushes from time to time. The birds did not want to lose their special hiding place while waiting their turn at the feeding station. My husband was equally frustrated so he spotted a deer by an apple tree and decided to take action.
Grabbing my best pot and firewood, he lunged onto the back porch and banged on the pot. The deer looked up at the fussing man and quietly returned to eat. That’s it for taking command. (Do you know anyone who can take a dent out of a pot?)
Like it or not, Mother Nature rules. She hopes she has time to visit the optometrist. It could be an interesting winter.
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