Short and sweet first thing as there is still rain in the air and dark clouds hovering. According to the weather map, the UK is covered in a mass of green, and no, that is not revived grass.
I wore a jumper today. Ye gods, a winter woolly pully!
And I was glad of it too, that wind is cold, but not bitterly so.
I met up with a couple I see quite often, and they were wearing rain macs, as were their two little dogs. They’re yappers (the dogs, not the people), but happy yappies, so pleased to see you, but reminding their owners it’s OK to stop and say hello, but walkies take priority. The man is used to hot weather and dry temperatures, but even he said these past few days have been too much.
More heat and sunshine is forecast for next week though, so we are all enjoying the colder climate while it lasts!
The grass verges are beginning to lose their cooked biscuit look, and no doubt we will be getting the mower out relatively soon. Our back garden is a mess.
Not from long grass, but the treatments we gave it to get rid of anything that had either hopped off or been laid in the grass (we’ve kept Maggie out), the burnt remnants of the wooden frame, and our veg which has got completely away from us.
The onions have taken a hammering and were ready to harvest, so I hate to say it, but we need some dry weather so that we can hang them out to dry!
The tomatoes have gone crazy, and I spied a few red ones on the vine so I shall be picking those later to go with my salad for dinner. Chops today, but Hubby will have his with rice.
Our buddleia is in bloom, white compared to the purple I’m familiar with, but I’m not worried, both butterflies and bees love it, and that was the whole idea.
It’s carnival weekend, and the parade is due this afternoon, so I hope the rain holds off.
They had their fireworks last night bang on 10 pm as scheduled. Although we didn’t see anything, we heard a lot, and Maggie slept through the whole thing. We are still watching her very carefully, explaining to those who ask why she’s on a lead most of the time now. We are also aware of her failing eyesight, as she’s becoming more skittish when people approach her from the side. I think she seems a shadow and can’t bring things into focus immediately, so backs away. I’d rather she did that than pounce, but I don’t want her to become a nervous wreck. People we know understand, some have blind or semi blind dogs themselves, so we’re comparing notes so-to-speak, and I’m grateful for their advice.
Photo taken March 31st