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Saturday, 1 June 2013
Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day!
For the last week or so, the small track along which I take my early morning walk with the dogs, has become a flowing river.
I have nothing against rain, in fact I rather like sitting by the fire and watching a good downpour, but, it's been chucking it down on-n-off for quite some while, and I'm getting a bit fed-up with it.
The soil at Haddock's is neither sand nor clay; it is what one might call 'good hearted loam'. The advantage being that it holds water for a while, which is perfect for the growing of vegetables. The disadvantage is that if it rains every other day, it becomes impossible to walk over it to weed, and it risks becoming swamped by a variety of pernicious nasties in a very short time.
It'll all work out fine in the end; it always does. But for the moment I'm desperate to get stuck into some hoeing, and everything is against me.
Meanwhile all is growing well, and decent sunshine has been forecast for the near future. But knowing our weather forecasters they've probably been bribed to offer some hope, just to avoid the entire nation becoming severely depressed.
the first of June.
Some good weather
must come soon.
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!