Hairy-Chested Good Deed Doers
This post has been highly edited. As those of you who regularly read my blog might know, to me a fairy is anyone who does a good deed. However! Men don’t like to be called fairies, apparently. And the last thing I’d want is to make a Good Deed Doer mad, because I truly am grateful for said deed. So without further ado!
One of the things I love best about Iowa is the weather extremes. From steaming hot to bitter cold to exceedingly windy to pelting ice storms to exceedingly windy to hail in summer to exceedingly windy to ear-splitting thunder…you get the idea.
For the last few years I confess to being a little bit disappointed. Timid winters that are cold, yes, but with very little snow! And where’s the rain been? And the lightning and thunder?
Of course, we still have the wind. There are no mountains in Iowa! We’ll ALWAYS have wind!
But lately it appears that Iowa is back. Thunder and lightning galore, and I love it! Teddy doesn’t, but I’ll protect him. The other morning we were having a glorious storm. It was dark as night and the rain was pouring down amongst the booms and flashes. I was of course in my sewing room working away, with Teddy at my feet (he’s hypo-allergenic and doesn’t shed, so is allowed in).
As I worked, I was thinking to myself that in a future book with Hazel Twigg there will be storms, and she would do the same thing I’d just done: run around the house and batten down the hatches.
Because I have learned from experience: when you see the rain, if it’s accompanied by our constant companion Iowa wind, you need to look out the window and see in which direction the rain is falling, and run to that part of the house and close those windows. I have lost I don’t know how many rolls of toilet paper due to sogginess from the rain blowing in. Sometimes you just can’t outrace Mother Nature!
Then I heard, “Creeeee…”
My head lifted. I looked out the window in confusion. A stray bit of thunder?
Hmm. That sounded suspiciously like a tree. Better check. I looked out the window towards the west, since it was closest. Nothing. The north. Nothing. The east. Nothing. The south…
Not a tree, but a huge branch from one of the large black walnut trees in front of my house was laying on my front lawn. It was with a little bit of dread that I looked to make sure our friendly mail carrier wasn’t pinned underneath it, because it was about that time of day, and neither rain, nor hail, nor snow…
Phew! Luckily not. But what to do? This thing was massive, and I can’t lift anything over 10 lbs.! I called the first dude, aka my brother-in-law Scott, and asked him to help me think of something. Seeing nothing else for it, I went back up to my room to get back to sewing. Moments later, Scott came over. Something magical was afoot.
I wish I would have thought to grab my camera sooner, because I didn’t get a good “before.” This branch was massive, taking up my side lawn and wide front walkway and even touching the porch stairs. I’m lucky that the only casualty was my planter. I sense a hypertufa pot creation in my future.
However! Even though I wasn’t able to to snap pictures of the branch as it lay, I did manage to get photos of the good deed as it occurred! The Doer was disguised as a grumpy farmer with a heart of gold, and with his tractor he hoisted that massive branch as if by magic, and away it went!
Below is the debris left behind. It didn’t stay there long, the Good Deed Doer came back with a new attachment on his tractor.
If you look closely, you can see Teddy with his unfortunate haircut, bless his heart! He’s still cute, and a good sport. And a lot cooler than he was, so there’s that. Also note the broken planter. Now there’s just the one on the left. I sense two hypertufa pot creations in my future, for I must have symmetry!
Speaking of hypertufa, my repair is holding up well, even with all the storms we’ve had of late!
Besides having excellent weather for those that love extremes, Iowa is absolutely teeming with fairies! When the last of the debris had been magically whisked away, with barely a finger lifting on my part, I came back up the stairs to get back to work on Harriet’s costume. But first, as always, I checked my emails.
Did you know that fairies use the internet?! They do! They do!! Because there in my inbox, moments after the cracking of the tree, a fairy had seen what had happened and was about to send her minions!
Iowa is full of goodness, and I love it with all my heart.
So, thank you, good deed doers and fairies alike! Thank you Iowa! And thank you, Mother Nature. Soggy toilet paper and all. Happy Tuesday!