To be completely honest, it hasn’t been all bad. The last couple of days have been ok. Monday was one of those amazing blue sky days and today the fog. When it eventually lifted it gave us a nice-ish day with only one heavy shower late in the day, just to ensure the ground that had begun to dry out on Monday stayed on the wrong side of soggy.
And the fog – well it wasn’t the romantic wispy stuff that rolls in and lightly touches everything and makes it look dramatic like some kind of filter has been applied to the eyes. No this fog was the proper fog, so dense you mistake it for a gloomy cloudy day. Those fortunate enough to live on higher ground would have no idea us low lying swamp dwellers were having the completely opposite kind of day as they rejoiced in yet another lovely day above our fog. The gloom doesn’t loosen its grip until lunchtime and so we are denied full enjoyment of the already elusive blue sky days.
Winter is not even two weeks old and it has made its presence felt. We have only had two days without rain and the boffins are trying to tell me that the next ten days will only have two days without rain, but they won’t be the wonderful blue sky days – it will be cloudy. It might as well rain! Not to mention the wind, it has been positively wild with the occasional calm day that makes you feel like something is missing. It has been all over the place and come in from all points of the compass. So far this winter doesn’t appear to have a prevailing wind.
Looking for blessings, we can say the temperatures haven’t been too bad – not on the grand scheme of things. It hasn’t dropped to below 6°C and the warmest is around 16°C as an average so we shouldn’t complain. Although the damp and the gloom seems to give the impression of cold and so we wrap up warm and light the fire, only to shed our beanies and jumpers and open windows a few hours later in an attempt to cool down. However like some vicious circle just when you find that nice comfortable balance, the temperature drops dramatically and you are left shivering and unable to find the warmth again no matter how hard you try. It is too late – your bones are cold.
I guess the main reason I am having a bit of a moan is I haven’t been able to get into the garden. Well not properly. I did spend a lovely day cleaning out the greenhouse and disinfecting all of the surfaces. My staging has been designed to be able to lift out the slats and this is really good to help clean it all out as it means I can get into the corners, with a little acrobatic type contorting. So I know everything I put back in there is clean and pest free. The only thing I didn’t put back was my enormous stash of pots. I want to give them the once over, lest they sully my hygienic glasshouse with the dregs of last summer still clinging to them. So they are waiting outside for the big wash. Maybe the rain will do a good job?
So aside from that, I’ve done very little. On the lovely days I’ve been busy and try to race through things as fast as I can only to find myself foiled by short winter days. On the days I can spare a moment or two, then the weather isn’t conducive and all I can do is sit and watch the rain falling on my rapidly growing grass and long to just pull a few weeds.
Winter is so different from summer. In summer you tend to take the long days and good weather for granted and putting off tasks until another day generally isn’t a problem, until it becomes a full scale habit of procrastination that you drag unwittingly into a season that isn’t so forgiving. I need to make hay while the sun shines (so to speak) or buy a very sturdy raincoat!
Come again soon – thank you for listening to my bleating. I shall garden again very soon – or I will go stir crazy!
Sarah the Gardener : o )