I recently wrote about the three-day Summer we enjoyed last week. Of course, I should have kept my mouth shut, (or keyboard untouched) as it has come back to haunt me.
The weather girl mentioned ‘April showers’. I don’t know what she thinks April showers are, but in my book they do not include thunderstorms, hailstones, or nine hours of constant heavy rain. It is almost May, and we have had to put the heating back on in Beetley. The washed clothes are back in the tumble drier, or hung on an inside airer, and it is taking Ollie hours to dry out after his walks.
My umbrella has replaced the dog-walking stick, and the mud is back. With a vengeance. I would like to give the grass on the back lawn a first cut of the season, but it is either too wet, or actually raining. Not a good idea to cut wet grass in the rain, using an electric mower. By the time I get a chance to do it, I will probably have to start off with a machete, it is so high.
The long winter continues, for so many of us. I hear from some American and Canadian bloggers that they still have snow, so at least we are spared that. I have two cameras fully-charged, but no intention of posting yet more photos of mud, and flooded rivers.
It was rather cruel of nature, to give us that all-too brief taste of Summer.