Today the sky is more or less black. It began at tea time yesterday when big billowing clouds blew in. It has been raining since then, almost non-stop and very heavily. At the last emptying of our rain gauge we have had three inches in less than twenty four hours. It is still raining, our front garden is now a lake rather than a flower garden, the field opposite now has a large lake in it, the water is coming through the roof of our utility room - need I go on? Looking at the weather map this lunchtime on the television Ireland is sunny - so TFE and BT - enjoy the sun-shine. I can't blame you for sending us this rain, it seems to have come up from the South
On a brighter note I took these two flower photographs yesterday. It is interesting that in the Spring the predominant flower colour seems to be yellow round here - primroses, daffodils, gorse, broom. tulips etc. Then in the early summer we tend to go multi-coloured - forget me nots, campion, cow parsley, buttercups (blue, pink, white and yellow respectively). Now, as we near August, we seem to have gone into muted pinks, purples and mauves.
The pretty pink flower above is another variety of Epilobium = this time Great Willowherb and the other photograph is a close up of the much-maligned thistle - so pretty if you ignore its nasty prickles. Needless to say, today, every flower is totally waterlogged and spoilt - as are the strawberries. The farmer picked the raspberries last night before the rain began and they have already been frozen - they freeze well. Ever since Nigella referred to thawed-out strawberries as resembling slugs on one of her TV cookery programmes, I have been quite unable to face freezing them!
So, I am off now to visit a house-bound elderly friend, taking her a jar of strawberry jam (now there's a good use for them, but there is a limit to how much I can make, or eat). See you tomorrow. And TFE and BT - if you are suffering withdrawal symptoms now that the rain has left you alone, feel free to come over here for a paddle.
PS. The other photo is of my first dahlia - isn't he magnificent? (Must call him "he" as I think his name is Tom something.