This part of England is officially in a drought. It is the wettest drought on record, with more rainfall in April than any previously recorded. May has been struggling like an ignored younger sibling to get similar attention.
I’ve been trying to explain to May that “April showers mean May flowers,” and that she should not try to emulate her wet predecessor.
To no avail. May claims that showers get more attention, and that No Flowers and More Showers will get even more attention from the press and TV.
But yesterday and today we have had two completely dry sunny days in the mid-sixties Fahrenheit (even though the sun shines in Celsius over here). So we have been spending every day-light hour we can doing spring things that ordinarily would have been finished by now.
But I’m not used to quite so much bending and lugging and pulling and planting all in two days. So blogging got pushed to one side.
The forecasters say starting tomorrow it will rain for at least the next two days.
So I will be back.