I am watching rain going across the hills in the distance sideways and now it is so heavy I can’t see the hills at all. Seriously, when is all this going to stop! There is water everywhere. The ground is sodden and I don’t think it can take much more. In the last three days we have had over 40mm of rain, but not that solid steady rain that the ground can absorb drop by drop. We have been getting 15 minute periods of what feels like someone pouring water from a large bucket. Then the wind moves the clouds on and the sun comes out and you think – ‘oh well that was that’. So I pop on my gumboots and head out into the garden to inspect the depth of waterlogging, only to get caught in the next down pour.
There has been strong winds, which normally I don’t mind after a heavy rain as it helps dry things out. But the winds seem to have tangled themselves in the rain clouds and so every time they tug at my trees they seem to release a barrage of raindrops so fat and so heavy, half a dozen is enough to drench you through to the skin! And don’t get me started on the hail. In the last burst of sunshine I became convinced it was all over – and I even checked what the boffins had to say. They didn’t mention anything about hail. Well not at the time. They are constantly changing their opinions. I think there is more than one boffin and they argue frequently and will sneakily change the forecast to suit their own theory when the others aren’t looking! I took this window and planted out my lettuce only to have it torn to a shred by vicious hail less than an hour later!
The thunder and lightning has been frequent and spectacular – if you enjoy that sort of thing. Loud booming cracks right above the house and bolts of light that seem to invade even tightly closed eyes! Which is how I cope with electrical storms. I hate them and cower in a corner repeating to myself “it is good for the garden – nitrogen is being converted into a useful form, it is good for the garden….”
But all this moisture is thwarting my attempts to have any kind of pea crop. I have sown the bloomin’ things three times! Each time has been a respectable period after one of these so called spring showers where the soil is damp enough to give my pea seeds a good start. And as I sit back and wait, fully believing this will be the row that strikes, the heavens open. This last time I didn’t even wait to see if any of the seeds sown two days prior would survive. I just picked up my seed box and glumly headed out to the greenhouse, knowing what needed to be done. I now have a higher chance of enjoying the taste of fresh peas, straight from the pod, eaten right there in the garden. Nestled in warm damp soil in seed trays is a multitude of lovely legumes, hopefully stretching out their seed leaves towards a sunny day to come.
Come again soon – this is not the kind of spring weather I requested.
Sarah the Gardener : o)