The first day held a lot of promise, the sun was shining, there was a light breeze, but the temperatures were still a little cool, and instead of hiding in the shade from the heat of the sun, everyone wanted to be in its rays to bask in its warmth.
The second day was windy and grey that turned into that rain that isn’t really proper rain because the drops are really tiny. The kind of rain that just wets everything but doesn’t actually get into the soil and so the gardener is faced with the irony of having to get the hose out in the rain. The wind was strong enough to knock my sweet peas and their frame over. So I was out there, getting wet slowly, trying to fix it back into place but with stronger fastenings.
But that’s ok because day three of this wonderful season called summer has begun with proper rain drops and a dark sky that says I’ll have you forgetting what the sun looks and feels like in no time. This is more like what a winter’s day looks like, but not as cold.
I guess I was expecting some miraculous change when the date changed from spring to summer. The boffins at the weather office have been saying that the summer will be average or above for temperature and average or below for rainfall and I pinned all my hopes on this being true from the get go.
The festive season has begun to interfere with my plan for gardening organisation. I implemented my weeding watering roster full week ago and so far only half has been weeded and only three sections have received the watering regime, although thanks to the rain, this is no longer a nagging concern. But the weeds in the undone half are laughing at me.
Maybe I should work with the weather and head to the shops to take care of our Christmas wants and needs while the rain is preventing me from gardening so that when the sun comes out (as I’m sure it will) the need to shop doesn’t prevent me from getting out in the garden taking care of those weeds!
It seems like an age since I was able to be in the garden and I miss it terribly. But when I look back at the calendar, it’s only been five days.
Come again soon – I’m desperate to get my hands in the soil again – they are starting to go all soft.
Sarah the Gardener : o )