15 December 2015
Raindrops on the shed roof
The rain is pattering across the shed roof as I sit propped
against a ladder on the ancient cobbled floor. Today has been
quiet, the kind of quiet you only get deep in the countryside a
long way from the hustle and bustle of town life; water, birds, the
wind and now rain are almost the only sounds I've heard since
arriving here with the dawn this morning.
The rain is cold, not icy cold yet but a long way away from the summer rain that refreshes the earth and smells so wonderful.
Last week we made a final effort to cut the grass; the mild weather has meant that it's continued to grow right through. As I hover mowed across puddles under the leaden sky a delivery man asked me if it was really dry enough to mow. 'Certainly not!' I laughed as it began to rain again!
Being a gardener can leave you doing things that often have people scratching their heads. Watering in the rain is always a good one for that! The truth is that light rain can be the worst thing to happen to a newly establishing plant, it fools you into thinking that the plant has had a decent drink when often the rain alone won't have been nearly enough. There's no such worries today, the ground is completely sodden!
So what's my next task for the day? Emptying the compost bins and mulching some beds, it's really not ideal weather for it, but sometimes you just have to get on with it whatever the weather. I've been waiting for a good frost but it's proving rather elusive!
Quiet rainy days can be a real pleasure when compared to the endless craziness of summer, or at least that's what I keep telling myself!
Words and photograph: Steve Lannin