RAAAIIIN!

 

From drought to sog in a few days and the rain just keeps falling. The stream burbles, plants fall over weighed down with water. 

The garden is full of noise - nearly 100 rooks have decided our trees is a good place to congregate. A couple of loud claps disperses them but they soon return.

NO PATTERN

There's no pattern to it,

Rain on the window,

No logic.

Each drop is driven randomly

Onto the glass,

Hesitates, stops.

Some collect other rain,

Wriggle with gravity

Always down.

Each, a lens, refracts,

Captures and bends light,

Spatters it into the room

Into my eye.

There's no pattern in it.

Of course some clever mathematician

Will write an algorithm

To encapsulate it,

(So what!)

Turn raindrops to symbols,

To numbers,

To signs and letters.

I prefer a mystery,

A belief that

It needs no explanation,

That, no matter how hard one tries,

There's no pattern about it.

It makes me wonder what it would be like to be a deer in the cold rain but I suppose they do not think anything of it.

R made me a marrow last night stuffed with lamb mince - memories of those days when food was seasonal not all the year round.

I should be up the damson trees, crook in hand, collecting the fruit but we have already got enough and are giving them away. I have put the biggest pears in a brown paper bag with a black banana to try and ripen them. The banana gives off ethylene to help - we will see.

And we do have the odd bit of veg apart from marrows - curly kale and carrots, well at least one. Actually it tasted very sweet and surprisingly good despite ending up eating it as a side dish for a curry.

The last of the sweet peas are picked and the Virginia creeper just gets better and better but its leaves will soon be gone.

The seeded area where the old compost heaps were is covered in netting and we wait for grass growth. The heap of soil on the left will be moved - one day.

Now is the time of dark corners in the garden and the use of white flowering plants can light these up - cosmos, phlox and Japanese anemones.

And where there is no white there can be golden yellow.

So now it is Saturday and, surprise, it is raining again - cold wet and windy. Shall I go out and garden - what do you think 💦😕.