In the midst of the storm.

So far so good after last night’s wild weather.  I could hear it howling in the night and tried not to worry.  Gone are the days of lying there listening for the sound of a greenhouse falling over, but I still fret for the plants. 

gloomy weather
It is so gloomy in the garden, but the soil is wet right down deep. Once the rain stops it will be the perfect time to spread some mulch… I’ll add that to the list.

But in the face of the imminently impending Storm Part II, I raced out there in a light drizzle with thunder rolling overhead to check for damage.  The tomatoes have been pushed over just a little, but nothing that can’t be easily righted.  Everything else was a little windswept, but it is best to wait until after the storm to make any repairs to avoid extra damage. 

windswept tomatoes
It won’t take to much effort to right these tomatoes – I just need to slide the tie along the wire.

I picked the asparagus I didn’t get to yesterday, the strawberries that would be too soggy to be nice after a day of rain and the first dahlias and lily and some gaura to make the flowers look pretty in a vase.

Late spring harvest
A meagre harvest, but I wasn’t about to dilly dally for long lest I got struck by lightning.

I also noticed some garlic had fallen over so I dug it up and found some ok sized cloves, but the outer layers have perished which won’t help with long term storage. I will need to bite the bullet and pull the rest out in the next dry spell…. argh… rust.

I love how the colours work together. I can’t wait for the abundant summer days when I can fill a vase without leaving a gaping hole in the garden display.

Hopefully, the wild weather won’t be too bad, the wind is supposed to gust up to 100km/h, but it is coming from the North East and that is my most protected side of the garden.  The rain is supposed to come down in buckets, which will be good for the water tank, but hopefully not too heavy to flood or do harm in the garden. 

Come again soon – optimistically I hope this will be springs final hurrah and not summer’s ‘warm’ welcome.

Sarah the Gardener : o)


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