...and only one. Amid the rain the sun emerges for the occasional brief spell. Monday afternoon offered a brief respite, during which I planted spring cabbage and winter lettuce, praying that the ground - which I had protected with black plastic - would not be too waterlogged. We shall see.
Today there has been a drying breeze, and the grass could be cut, though not the paddock, which is too wet. The chickens are sick of the rain and welcomed the chance to get outside and luxuriate in a bath of dry sawdust.
I expect rain at this time of year anyway: my hibiscus Blue Bird has struggled all summer to produce a few buds in our northern climate, and as soon as its flowers open, so do the skies, battering it into a bedraggled blue wisp. This year I thought I would celebrate its efforts by sharing a picture with you. There are more spectacular blossoms in the garden, but nothing else has tried so hard.
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Tonight I'm in Carlisle on our way to visit our son in Edinburgh - we've had rain showers all the way here alternating with sunshine - very mixed weather. It was sunny but cold in the SE of England this morning when we left. I can't say we've had summer this year - just a few lovely days in the midst of lots of rain! Our garden is a bit of a disaster area right now. Most of the summer we've been in Taunton where my sister lived and it's not been much better there.
Margaret aka Booksplease
I hope you have a good and relaxing time in Edinburgh - my son who lives there but is here this weekend, says it's a mess there, because they are digging up all the roads to put trams in. Very noisy, but there are still nice places to go.
My garden is wet but yesterday I walked through one of our local parks where there had been a gardening show two weekends ago and it looked as if a film crew had been setting up to recreate the Somme. The Parks Dept. have left notices up everywhere to say that reconstruction will begin as soon as everything has dried out. This year, next year, sometime, never?
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