I got my plans changed for me…

It’s a little after four and I should have been on my way to tend Ghost and the chickens some time ago. But as the rain tapered off I heard that peculiar rushing noise that only happens when…

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It didn’t rain hard or long here, not even enough to make the gullies flow. But the storm came from the direction of the canyons, and the canyons collect the water from the plateau and empty into the wash. I’ve seen the wash flow when the sky was clear and blue overhead.

But it’s been a couple of years since I saw it flow this hard.

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I’m not going anywhere this evening. I may have a mess to clean up at S&L’s in the morning but there’s nothing to be done about it now.

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3 Responses to I got my plans changed for me…

  1. feralfae says:

    Joel,
    If one wanted to plant plants out there, would the wash be the place to plant them? Would they need a lot of stabilizing against the water flow? How far down to cool soil? Just wondering.

    The construction is looking super! Congratulations on having a lot done already. Are your going to insulate the ceiling and walls? Will you be able to use the same siding?
    At least you are past any canine hesitation to the addition. Nice.
    And what is your preferred celebratory beverage for when the exterior is completed?
    feralfae

  2. John of the GMA says:

    “Turn around – don’t drown!”

  3. Joel says:

    ff, there are cottonwoods on the fringes and islands of the wash, some quite old. They can apparently do with periodic drenchings and droughts. In the past several years the loop of the wash where I live has changed; the wash dug a deeper shortcut channel and now there’s a big wide flat spot maybe 150 yards on a side where the water might visit but doesn’t rush, and that space is filling with some sort of greener-than-normal planting that I don’t know what it is but I think it’s cottonwood seedlings because where they’re older they’re getting quite high and bushy, like baby trees.

    But nothing grows where the water flows. And for the most part the wash is only sand. There’s little solid to hold roots and no nutrients at all. Plus food plants get eaten by critters here, first come first served.

    Once I move inside and can get the materials the walls and ceiling will indeed be insulated. Then in September a friend of the blog is coming to visit to help me drywall the whole interior. The corner with the furnace (which, I’m told, has arrived but I won’t get it this month) will be cementboard, of course.

    Little Bear apparently spent at least part of the night in what will be his corner of the bedroom. I laid down a piece of his carpet in there, it’s nice and cool at night with the windows open.

    And I’m mostly a bourbon man, though I find rye quite appropriate for celebrations. 🙂

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