Monday, 10 October 2016
Hibernation time draws near.
He has made a huge difference to my jungle and not only have I got patches of bare soil for the first time in years, but I can see daylight where there has been impenetrable gloom for ages.
Sadly it is now plain that my years of neglect have cost me the loss of several old friends, roses in particular, but some shrubs too.
This has been a very strange year weather-wise, with very heavy rain in June, followed by drought for most of the time since.
Some of that time has been very hot, some of it merely warm, and now fairly chilly, but with one common theme. It has been very dry.
Every time the clouds billow up and the sky darkens, we wait with baited breath for the much needed and regularly forecast rain, in vain. It never arrives.
Even now, the East wind strong and cold is blowing the rain clouds elsewhere and it looks as though we are going to lose out once more.
I haven't yet planted the bulbs I bought a couple of weeks ago as the ground is too hard.
Situated as we are in the South East Midlands or North West Home Counties, or even South East England ( it depends on which TV weather programme you watch), we get hard to predict weather.
Since we appear to have no regular geographical location it is obvious that the weather has no idea how to find us.
Unfortunately this does not apply to the winds, particularly the cold ones. They seem able to locate us with the greatest of ease.
I am not really complaining since, so far at least, we never seem to experience flooding, which is a great blessing, but, please Lord may we have some rain? (at night preferably).
Posted by Ray Barnes at 5:07:00 pm