For a gardener in a drought is there anything better than drawing back the curtains at seven in the morning and finding rain pouring down the window? If there is than I don't know it. I don't know how long it has been raining, it certainly hadn't started when I went to bed at eleven, although there was a feel of rain in the air. But now it is really raining quite heavily. If it pours all day today, tomorrow and the next day we shall still be desperate but at least it means that my three new herbaceous geraniums will now hopefully survive and my newly planted-out antirrhinums will not need watering with the can today. Already everything looks happier than it has done for a while and the vetch in my front lawn can enjoy life a little longer before it is mown away. I have never had vetch in my lawn before and now it has almost taken over not just my lawn but several others along the road. Where do these things come from? I have not had my morning coffee yet - just had to put this on. I have just heard The Times pop through the letter box so I shall sign off and go and make the coffee and read it over my toast. I'll be back later to add to today's post if anything more spectacular happens.
It is now mid afternoon and after raining on and off all morning it has now stopped, the patio has completely dried up and there is a sharp, cold wind blowing. How much rain we have had is anybody's guess - certainly not as much as we need but better than nothing.
I am reading the most beautiful book lent me by friend W who had herself been lent it by another friend. Beautiful is just the word to describe it. If you love the countryside, nature, growing up through late teenage years, - any or all of these things you cannot help but be charmed by it. I have read one of his books before 'The Gallows Pole' - we read it for our book group some time last year - very well written but for me at any rate this is in quite a different league. I am finding it hard to put down. I read a chapter after lunch while drinking my coffee and I could have continued all afternoon had I not had all my jackets and all my trousers out on the bed while I cleaned out and reorganised the wardrobe. The book in question is 'The Offing' by Benjamin Myers, a writer from the North East who now lives in The Calder Valley.
Strawberries and cream for pud at lunch time. Will I ever tire of them? Certainly not this year when the sunniest Spring on record has made them as sweet as honey.