Did I say tapping? What I really meant was hammering. Yes, it is still raining and when I say raining it is absolutely gushing down, relentlessly. Wimbledon fortnight and we look to be in for another colossal drenching with the hosepipe ban now firmly behind us (what that only just over a month ago?). We now have risks of floods! Only a week or so ago, whilst I was enjoying the sun, further up North there was a drowning when a man tried to escape from his car that had got caught swept away by a swollen river. Then last week came the golf ball sized hailstones and now there is no end date to the rain. The garden centres are selling plants off at half price which is sad as growers depend on this time of year to make their profit. Then again no one can really get out into their garden to plant anything and with so many plants not enjoying having constantly soaked roots everything looks pretty sorry for itself.
My goodness, where did our summer go?
The old watering can which is purely for show at the top of the garden filled up completely within the week and is now overspilling. The bird baths fill themselves and there are puddles of water just from where I've walked over the veg patch. It may be good for ducks and our complexions but it's driving everyone I meet crazy.
As the plumber said to me yesterday whilst bemoaning the fact that no one has any money, "Ah well, look on the bright side, we've got summer to look forward to". The insects will be getting a battering too. This is one of those weekends I don't mind being in work as there is little to do in this downpour. No 'Puffin Island' trip for us tomorrow as we had hoped. I'm fairly confident that we have an Indian summer to look forward to. By August and certainly September I am holding out for a heatwave. Hope springs eternal!
I had a roaring fire yesterday afternoon and Jack's cat was glad of the warmth. She won't want to be out in this weather. We'll all be so thrilled when the raining stops and the sun dries and warms us out. Even my winter puffa jacket is still being warn and is currently soaked after yesterday's outing. Still, the grass is looking a beautiful shade of green and the baby birds are still visiting our peanut feeders. All this rain will hopefully just make us appreciate the sun more when it arrives. Now, where did I leave my umbrella?
My goodness, where did our summer go?
The old watering can which is purely for show at the top of the garden filled up completely within the week and is now overspilling. The bird baths fill themselves and there are puddles of water just from where I've walked over the veg patch. It may be good for ducks and our complexions but it's driving everyone I meet crazy.
As the plumber said to me yesterday whilst bemoaning the fact that no one has any money, "Ah well, look on the bright side, we've got summer to look forward to". The insects will be getting a battering too. This is one of those weekends I don't mind being in work as there is little to do in this downpour. No 'Puffin Island' trip for us tomorrow as we had hoped. I'm fairly confident that we have an Indian summer to look forward to. By August and certainly September I am holding out for a heatwave. Hope springs eternal!
I had a roaring fire yesterday afternoon and Jack's cat was glad of the warmth. She won't want to be out in this weather. We'll all be so thrilled when the raining stops and the sun dries and warms us out. Even my winter puffa jacket is still being warn and is currently soaked after yesterday's outing. Still, the grass is looking a beautiful shade of green and the baby birds are still visiting our peanut feeders. All this rain will hopefully just make us appreciate the sun more when it arrives. Now, where did I leave my umbrella?
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