I thought summer had come as we ate our lunch in the garden - but that was not today.
The final broad beans were harvested, the bed dug over and raked and a rather late attempt to grow beetroot made. Last crop of black currants put in the freezer, old raspberry canes cut out, supporting posts and wires repaired and plants manured to stimulate new growth with well rotted horse manure from the stables outside our gate.
I cleared out the hedge by the wendy house and received a beauty of a horsefly bite to my left arm - they obviously objected to me taking the manure.
R deadheaded and pruned the senecio (the thing with a new name now) and the remains of its yellow flowers. Then she went down to the Wendy House and sat on the decking writing.
There were butterflies at last, unfortunately including the whites - brassicas beware - and the wild bank is now showing toadflax, corn cockle and henbit amongst other things.
It was torrential and washed away my feeble stream crossings - just a load of old planks.
The leeks, grown in trenches, were in standing water and much of the manure, so carefully placed by the raspberries yesterday, was off to the sea.
I cleared out the hedge by the wendy house and received a beauty of a horsefly bite to my left arm - they obviously objected to me taking the manure.
R deadheaded and pruned the senecio (the thing with a new name now) and the remains of its yellow flowers. Then she went down to the Wendy House and sat on the decking writing.
There were butterflies at last, unfortunately including the whites - brassicas beware - and the wild bank is now showing toadflax, corn cockle and henbit amongst other things.Today began calm but milder than late and it looked like the sun might get out. Then a rumble of thunder and THE SKY FELL - not a turkey-lurkey nor a chicken-licken to be seen. It poured down and then, as if that was not enough, it hailed.
I suppose we are lucky it did not snow.
It was torrential and washed away my feeble stream crossings - just a load of old planks.
The leeks, grown in trenches, were in standing water and much of the manure, so carefully placed by the raspberries yesterday, was off to the sea.British weather - no wonder we talk a lot about it - there is
plenty to talk about as one never knows what is coming next (except rain) (but that is why the country is green).
The Global Warming pundits warned that the north of Britain might get colder and wetter - they may well be right. The Olympic Games Committees have missed an opportunity - a Gold Medal for guessing what the weather will do next?
I wonder, after all the palaver in the spring, what I should do to conserve water?
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