I was interested to notice that, whilst most people’s lawns are still quite brown, the very little rain we have had has restored some greenness to ours. I then observed that the Ups and Downs, the field grazed by cows (and rabbits and bantams) has a haze of green, the Front Field, which was cut for hay, has not.
I suppose it’s in the cutting or, in this case, the lack of it. I still do not need to mow my lawn. In fact, I thought I was going to have to cut off the heads of the grass as they came into seed, but the chooks have been eating them too. Very nutritious, grass seed.
I was unhappy yesterday to discover a whole artichoke plant has been blown over. The roots are still in the ground, but I don’t know if it will survive. I couldn’t do anything then, it was far too windy, and I have no time today and I’m out tomorrow morning. I suppose that, by then, its survival or not will be clear. It’s not that the wind is anywhere near a gale, but with all plants in full leaf and growth, they really are caught by it. A friend with whom I dined last night said that she was very anxious that she would lose branches from her ash tree. However, when we left the restaurant the wind had dropped right down and she cheered up. It’s breezy again now though.
Another friend said that, the other day – think it must have been Monday – she was caught in a real downpour – that is, she was in a supermarket and hung about at the exit with lots of others for a good ten minutes before deciding to make a dash for it. She rolled her trousers to her knees as the drains were overflowing, but discovered how deep the water was as she waded, and (I assume she was carrying bags, I hardly think she could have pushed a trolley) they still got wet. Didn’t make a lot of difference as she was soaked to the skin by the rain. A mother and child were approaching the supermarket and the child cheerily hopped over the puddle (as it thought). Landed up to its middle to consternation of child and parent.
“We only had a shower,” I said, and the others out of Norwich agreed. Rain can be very localised around here, it seems to follow and be contained by the many waterways.
As I indicated, I was out to dinner last night so the Sage fended for himself. I’ve just put the grillpan in the dishwasher and thrown away a wrapper from the bakery labelled “Strawberry Pie”, so I think he indulged himself. And indeed, why not? I had a very delicious meal, if not quite so high in saturated fats as his probably was. And he did eat cucumber at some point, as I found peelings in a tea mug in the drawing room this morning.
One of my hollyhocks was blown over (despite a cane) yesterday. The soil had been so hard that I hadn’t managed to push the cane in very far. The rain this week has softened things a bit, so I was able to drive the cane in further. Fortunately the stem wasn’t broken, so it seems to have survived.
Windy again today here.
I hope the peelings weren’t in THE mug.
Strawberry Pie. Mmmm. Can we know more?
I can relate to The Sage’s logic re:the tea mug.
Most of the trees around here are tied to a post of some kind or leaning in the same direction from the frequent strong wind.
Busy weekend?