Thursday, 28 April 2016
Oh to be in England now that April's there
What a month. We have had unseasonable warmth, rain (in torrents), hail, sleet and snow, Frost and very cold winds, in fact a year's weather in a month.
Last Saturday we had a service for the Queen's 90th birthday at St. M's, with all the great and good of the county in attendance.
On Sunday afternoon we had the Annual Scouts Dedication Service and St George's Day combined.
Somehow we seem to have miraculously avoided the worst extremes of this crazy month and have avoided being either drowned, frozen or struck by lightning. Can't imagine quite how.
My theory is that we have had several centuries of St. George being in charge of things and now things have changed. The dragon is taking over the proceedings and the weird weather we are experiencing is him, flexing his muscles.
There are buds on my early roses, leaves and buds on my tree peony but the daffodils are still in bloom. That is, until Hector (that's the dragon) singes them with his hot breath.
This morning I watched a crow dipping some bread I'd thrown out in the ice-covered bird-bath before taking off with it. Perhaps if he had hung around for a while Hector might have toasted it for him.
At present, 10.58 pm it is pouring and the rain and wind are lashing the back of the house.
Who knows what we may get tomorrow.
Thank heaven it will be May on Sunday.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 11:00:00 pm