Wet
I missed a trick today. Well, two actually. I went for a more-or-less socially distanced coffee and catch-up this morning with a friend I haven’t seen for a long time, even though she and her husband live only a few … Continued
“OMG,” I said to R, half way through the day. “I’m going to have to go out in this.” This being a soft but wetting rain, coupled with the kind of thick mist you see around the edges of a … Continued
Honestly, I’m running out of things to say about our beastly weather now. Today was more like November than March: by the time I’d put out some bird food and squelched round the garden for five minutes in search of … Continued
Being domestic goddesses, R and I cleaned some windows this morning. At which point, obviously, it began raining. So we went to Hillers, where it was also raining, but where they have cake. The clearing outside the hide was very … Continued
It turned out seriously wet again. I think the garden’s had enough to drink now, thanks – can we please go back to it being August? My joints are better than yesterday, which is something to be thankful for, even … Continued
Oh no – sorry. It’s a tiny helenium bud, not much bigger than a shirt button. But the curly bracts do make me think of triffids, for some reason – perhaps because they look as though they might have minds … Continued