it does, and when you do want it to it doesn’t ! It hasn’t rained here to speak of for at least three weeks and I want it to.
I’m waiting to sow some seeds but really want to do so after it’s rained. The weather forecast shows no sign of any so it looks like I may have to resort to borrowing a hose.
[It’s now Monday morning and absolutely pouring down! So much for the forecast!]
Last Sunday was a glorious day. I spent the morning moving six comfrey plants to the far corner of the plot beyond the compost heap. That means that my blackberry now has the area between that and the pallet patio to itself. It has grown noticably over the past two weeks.
Today has been another fine day so this morning I worked along the top, northern edge, alongside the roadway. I intend having a grass verge there along with crocus and dwarf narcissi
Midway along that strip is a Common Hawthorn only a few inches tall which I shall leave for the present and see how it grows.
As I was packing up to come home I heard a gentle rumble in the air and looked up to see this wonderful classic aeroplane turning to land at nearby RAF Northolt.
In the bookshop yesterday I was looking for poems for National Poetry Day and found several gardening ones including this one.
The Vegetable Plot
Remember, remember in dreary September
The fate of the vegetable plot:
Where, all through the season,
For some puzzling reason,
Though weeds have grown, your seeds have not.