A fresh, airy day with absolutely no humidity - that has, as the Weatherman said this morning, 'gone back where it belongs - in the Mediterranean'. 'Too windy for June' he also said apologetically, as though it was all his fault - and that we must expect the odd heavy shower. Too right. When I drew back the curtains at seven o'clock it was raining steadily but by the time I had eaten my Weetabix the sun was shining. Then later in the morning, after our Saturday morning Zoom coffee morning, I happened to glance out of the window again - the rain was coming down in sheets and my back patio was flooded. Now the sun is shining again.
My poor rose - covered in blooms - is laid low and all the flowers are heavy with rain and many on the floor. I just hope as they dry up they will be upright again. Luckily I can't see the side garden from the computer room so I don't know how it is faring - perhaps as well. I think it is this kind of weather that makes us English preoccupied with the weather, especially if we are gardeners.
At least this weather was expected, unlike the awful storm of two or three Summers ago when the village a mile away, where my son and his wife live, had catastrophic flooding with many houses flooded. My son lives on a lane which is not a made-up road - the people who live on it have to maintain it themselves. The lane was completely washed away and only a group of kind hearted volunteers, along with donated materials, made the lane up better than it had been before. Now, whenever heavy rain is forecast sand bags are distributed around the village in advance. My son rang me from his garden yesterday morning to say that the man who does this was just bringing a pallet of sandbags down the lane 'just in case'. A very pretty beck runs down the side of the lane, which has a house which used to be the village mill on the side of it.
Our river - the Ure - winds its way through Wensleydale (which used to be called Uredale),and is a very pretty river until heavy rain falls at which point it becomes a raging torrent and blocks the road in various places. They say it can rise twenty feet in an hour and go down just as quickly. Like everywhere I suppose, we are at the mercy of the weather. The sky is now totally blue with just the odd puffy white cloud here and there. But for how long?
Each year I have frequent visits from a large ginger Tom cat who chooses to sleep under my hedge often during the Summer. He is there again today and stays there even when we have a downpour, which must be soaking him through. I have just taken a photograph from my window - he is a long way away but hope you can see him. Now I shall try and put the photo on my blog using our new blogger - so far I have managed it quite well - so let's see what happens.