Liz’s Wind Mill

Wind mill. Or wind tunnel. Or something.

My friend Liz and I built this the other day. The stand was a free because someone is moving. We decided that we wanted it, though we weren’t sure for what. Then we remembered the box of stuff from synchronized swimming. With me wandering the house while trying to get well and grumpy to boot, it all came together.

Fourteenth street is a bit of a wind tunnel, up a steep hill. I am not at the crest, but maybe 4/5 of the way up. The wind can really howl up the street. I have to protect the roses and tomatoes because the wind is too cold for them sometimes. I have put up “walls of plastic”, a variation on “walls of water”.

Plastic clipped to the fence to protect roses against wind.
Walls of plastic around tomatoes.