At 4am this morning I peered hopefully out of the bedroom window, looking for some sign that the forecast rain had arrived in the night. Nothing, not even a dribble, it seems that the storms had deposited their loads elsewhere and from what I can gather they would have had plenty to share. So I once again resigned myself to a busy day, the priority of which was watering and tending to parched plants. My arms baulked at the prospect of yet again transporting slopping watering cans up and down our steep garden, my heart sighed at having to choose which of my dependents most deserved the extra attention.
The traumas of these lonely hours are rarely as harsh when the sun has risen. The garden is doing surprisingly well; although flowers are going over very quickly there seem to be plenty of new blooms waiting in the wings. There are a few plants looking a little worse for wear, the foliage dull and listless, but these soon perk up when the sun has moved on or they have had a good water. It has also been an education as to which plants are the most sensitive and which tough guys have not even turned a leaf. Lobelia x speciosa is a definite drooper, Cosmos sanguineum a trooper!
The sea was full of happy holidaymakers today, enjoying the almost warm water and hopefully dodging the jellyfish that are also visiting our shores.
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