After two days of heavy rain and unforgiving wind, the weather has settled back down to what it was before as though the rain aberration didn’t even happen at all. It’s gone all hot and muggy which is making any extended activity under the midday sun a bit of a chore. I feel really lazy, but I think it’s the heat that is zapping my energy. I just can’t allow myself to succumb to it as I have loads of cool things to do.
The land doesn’t seem to have noticed the rain at all as there are deep chasms breaking through the earth and cracks that seem to run for miles. This land is thirsty and it will take more than a couple of days so quench it. Having said that, in a few short months I imagine we will be back to soggy and boggy and this drought will be all but a memory.
I had been priding myself on my weed free beds, but this was more due to the constant heat and lack of rain. It is now blatantly obvious that is wasn’t at all down to my incredible gardening prowess, as with only two days of rain, they are away again. So I have to brave the heat and whip them out before they get a hold and take over.
Not everything that popped up due to the rain was a thug of the garden world. I got a pleasant surprise. A kind of hurry up. I had been meaning to sow new pea seeds to replace the ones that died over the Christmas break, but hadn’t got around to it. So I was a little shocked to see peppered all over the old pea bed – tiny seedlings from the escapee peas from when I cleared the bed. They sat in that soil for over a month waiting for water. So I dug them all up and repositioned them in an orderly row. The funny thing is, when I sow seeds I go to so much fuss and bother to ensure things grow, and here they are doing it all by themselves.
Shame and guilt have prevented me from venturing down to the orchard, with its long and weed infested grass and all the plums and pears naked after having their leaves ravished by the disgusting pear slug. However curiosity was enough to push aside any thoughts of the dreadful neglect. There are peaches and nectarines down there and they must be ready soon. So in the cool of the evening I wandered to the orchard without high expectations and was pleasantly surprized. The denuded trees are slowly regaining their modesty as fresh green leaves are spring forth and there isn’t a single pear slug in sight. Horrid bug. I shudder at the thought.
The peaches weren’t ready yet, and as expected the apples and pears still have a way to go, but I was able to bring back three rosy red juicy nectarines. There were four, but I ate one there and then – but don’t tell anyone, because when I got back I made the kids go halves and Hubby the Un-Gardener and I had one each. Shhhh!
Come again soon – I’m going to reach for seed packets again and I’m so excited.
Sarah the Gardener : o )