Today is the first day of the meteorological summer, but it certainly doesn’t feel like it. The forecast suggests that the temperature won’t rise above 18°C and I’ve gone back to wearing a scarf. The wind hasn’t settled down and is howling a hoolie. I have taken a quick look at the garden in between the showers and there have been casualties, but nothing that can’t be fixed or restored. I still have my spares so I can replace those poor plants that are beyond help after this particular burst of bad weather. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep reaching into my spares as they are starting to become worse for wear in their small pots. If we get another storm like this one I may just have to cut my losses for some of the plants.
The long range forecast is suggesting scorching temperatures and dry spells for this summer which at this point being warm and dry sounds amazing, but ask me again when we’re in the middle of it. They are also saying the rainfall might be more than average for our area. So it is supposed to be hot and dry and wet?! I guess the rainy days will come as a relief from the hot and dry. The other aspect of the hot and dry is we have so much water stored away that keeping the garden hydrated won’t be a problem so one less thing to worry about.
Although we are at the start of a new season, we are also at the start of the run up to Christmas. For me this is normally just a mad panic two weeks out from the big day, but this year I am determined to be more intentional about it. If we look at advent, which I realise I’m about a week late to start at the right time, but I’ve had a few things going on; the first stage is about Hope and as a gardener I am all over this one. We start the season with hope that this will be a good one and even as we start summer with a dark and gloomy day I still have hope that there will be a bright future ahead for me and my garden.
If it wasn’t for hope, the life of the gardener would be trepidatious as there is so much that can go wrong, from the wind snapping your plants, to the pests and diseases that silently invade and destroy. It would be tempting to say why bother when the risks are so high. But the rewards are worth it and as gardeners we spend the whole time fixated on the end result. In the depths of winter we can visualise the harvest and imagine the beautiful blooms.
In the spring we work hard to set the wheels in motion for the bountiful rewards and push past the blisters on our hands and ache in our back. Summer is where it is at, and we appreciate the warming summer sun kissing our plants and giving them life.
And as we head into autumn as the sun fades away, we linger in the glow of what we have achieved and look forward to trusting and hoping that next season will be just as marvellous as all the hard times are banished from our memories. A constant hope is what keeps gardeners going.
And with that I’m going to head into the greenhouse to sow some succession seeds because if we just take from the garden without giving back then we run out of good fortune.
Come again soon – it has to get better – hopefully.
Sarah the Gardener : o)