Friday, 6 July 2012
Weather. and something to cheer you up.
I know the British are notorious for talking about/complaining about, the weather, but really, this Summer (what a misnomer that is) takes the biscuit for awfulness. One day this week we had 19mm of rain, today we have 18mm so far and it is still raining as I write. In addition we have a gale blowing in from the North East. That, I suspect, with my rather limited skills at weather-forecasting, is holding the weather front over us rather than allowing it to slip North.
This morning the farmer, in full Winter weather waterproofs, went out with the dogs and then filled up the feeders on the bird tables. We have so many birds. I think every goldfinch, greenfinch, chaffinch, yellow hammer, tree sparrow etc. has brought along all its babies, its cousins, its aunts and uncles. They are going through the seeds and nuts at a rate of knots.
The field opposite is flooded and now, to cap it all, a heavy fog (possibly low cloud) has blown in, so that at half past two in the afternoon we have all the lights on.
Two photographs, both of poor quality but they give you some idea of the conditions. The first was taken through the kitchen window at breakfast time (for birds, not us) and the second taken just now from the side of the road looking into the field, where the daft Limousin heifers are all standing knee=deep in the flooded corner of the field.
Now for something to cheer you up. A friend has just returned from three weeks in Shetland and tells me that all the public loos on the islands have poetry fastened on the backs of the doors. This project is called 'Bards in the bog' and is the idea of Jen Hadfield, reader in residence with Shetland Library Service. If you want to have a look at them - and it might cheer you up if you are getting weather anything like ours - go to http://www.shetland-library.gov.uk/Bards.asp - or just do as I did and Google Shetland Bards in the Bog.
Finally a friend has e mailed me after reading yesterday's Naming of Plants to remind me of dear old Paul's Scarlet (his name is Paul, so he can imagine it is named after him). Thanks for that Paul.