Wednesday, 22 April 2015
Let it Rain
So, where are the April showers?
Yes I do know that as soon as it starts to rain I along with half the population will be begging it to stop, but oh it is so dry.
Yesterday at 6.15 am out in the garden putting my morning bird-table and ground bird seed 'breakfast' out. I nearly stepped on a dead starling.
How it was killed I don't know but it was very flat and was a very young bird, obviously too young to have learnt caution.
Taking a spade from the garage I started to dig a hole for the burial. The ground was like concrete and all I could do was hack out a rough space lift the unfortunate little corpse into it and cover it with the solid block of rock-hard soil.
At lunch-time on my return from St. M's I filled a watering can with water adding some Jeyes fluid and soaked the area to seal it from predators and to help disinfect the area.
Looking at my rapidly browning daffodils and Hellebores I realised that if it doesn't rain soon all the new growth will be straw and of course the rampant weeds will resist all attempts to pull them up.
Once, back in the mists of antiquity I loved gardening. Now the combination of dry Springs, hard clay soil and my own ancient body make it an almost impossible chore.
It wouldn't be so bad if the drought was accompanied by warm sunshine, but though there is some warmth in sheltered places, the evil strong East and Northerly winds cancel out the benefits while drying the earth out even more.
Every time we get a weather forecast which promises rain, the clouds gather overhead then thumb their noses at us as they sail by on their way elsewhere.
This Friday they are again promising rain. I'm not holding my breath.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 10:56:00 pm