Okay, the title might be misleading----the war was between the water hoses and me and you know what? As soon as the local trash convenience center opens up, I WIN!
The weather people were predicting 34 degrees for last night, so I'm thinking a light frost that the blooming strawberries, peaches, blueberries and apples will tolerate. NOT SO! At 1:15 am I fell awake and came in to the desk to look at the temperature outside---are you ready? 27 freaking degrees So, I start scheming to drag out water hoses and drench everybody before the sun hits them. Luckily the farm is situated at the foot of Big Rock Mountain which is to the east, so the sun doesn't rise here as soon as it does everywhere else around. That's probably the reason the farm is so much cooler than the weather people predict.
I've got several water hoses; some good; some not so good; and some just down right suck! (You get what you pay for). After un-kinking 4 of the hoses who-knows-how-many-times, I did finally get everything watered just before the sun hit them. I will say that this morning is the first time I've peered through the branches of a young peach tree covered with frost and blooms while squirting water into the sunrise--absolutely, positively, just in the nick of time I might add.
Now it's time to change my soaked clothes and shoes, gather up the offensive water hoses and take them away......