Stupid, Stupid Wind

… flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground,

As broken glass no cement can redress … 

~Shakespeare, Poem XIII

Hmm … where's the rest of the cold frame? There should be three more glass panes on that one, and now the baby mache is all exposed to temperatures in the teens (and, today, some snow). If you look carefully, you can see some bits of white in the quadrant behind the cold frames. Let's walk back there and take a closer look:

Well, crap. I don't know what the biggest problem is: the likely ruination of that cold frame's mache crop, the definite destruction of the glass panes, or the suckiness that will be the clean up of all those bits of glass out of the gravel paths. Oh, and out of the leaf mulch over the garlic bed in the spring:

Now, that must have been some wind. Why is it so windy here? This is the fourth or fifth time since we've lived here that we woke up to backyard destruction after a windy night … and that's not including power outages.  

As Kirk pointed out, there are a few bright-ish sides. First, we'll get to see just how hardy a green the mache really is, since now it's fully exposed to the winter weather. We do have a few extra windows in the garage (somewhere), so we may be able to cover it back up — although it's probably not worth the trouble of excavating the garage to find them when there isn't much planted in that cold frame anyway. Also, those cold frames were technically too small for the beds in this garden (they were originally built for the the garden at the Red House), so now we have incentive to make new ones for next fall. And I guess it's pretty clear that we will be working on designing an incredibly sturdy and wind-resistant cold frame/tunnel system— we might be looking at a framed greenhouse (collapsible, though). So that will be fun to figure out.