… are praying for rain, can you adjust your aim a bit? You’re missing. It’s all up here, you see, and we don’t need it any more.
That is all.
… are praying for rain, can you adjust your aim a bit? You’re missing. It’s all up here, you see, and we don’t need it any more.
That is all.
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Send it here! I watered all round the plot this morning and there’s cracks in the ground that make it look like there’s been an earthquake. A plot neighbour’s alpine plants look like they’ve been frosted or scorched and he said that the last time he saw that happen was in 1976.
Still it’s not all bad news said sitting here eating a bowl of freshly picked raspberries. xx
you’re just taunting me now
I have a parched garden in Southern Germany. For godess’ sake, send the rain here! I’m sure we’ve not had rain for 4 weeks. My hydrangeas are drooping all the time, even the ground elder is drooping! Which is bad for the kitchen, because it has become my parsley substitute (the Romans must have brought it for a reason..)
I’ve been enjoying your blog for some time now, it is fabulous. I love the mix of gardening and stoic humour. Please don’t stop.
Thanks for the kind words. I’d send the rain if only I knew how…
How far south? Way down here in NZ, it’s really rainy – so it can’t be that wet up there, now can it? Every crack and cranny is greenish with mould and I look through mildewy windowsills to the fairly constant watery landscape. Unless you mean in the last day or so, when it was fine enough for a frost.
Please send some here too. But only at night. One could get used to this summer thing…
Jenny – yeah, but that’s your winter so it doesn’t count
Sarah – Be careful what you wish for…