OK, enough rain already

Ophelia roseI must have been crazy to write that last post. First rule of gardening: NEVER pray for rain. Sunshine, yes – whatever you say, it won’t happen in the UK – but asking for rain hereabouts is like asking for the pox in a whorehouse.

So, predictably, I’m now living in a swamp. Only my roses seem to be enjoying the deluge. Everything else has its head down, hunched up against the horizontal rain.

Worst of all is the wind, which blows perpetually, as sharp as a guillotine blade. It’s been cutting through me for five days now. Much more of it and I’ll go crazy. Clearly I could never live on one of those western isles up in Scotland. The wind would put me in the funny farm in no time.

Dear reader: If YOU live in the western isles, do tell how you cope with the wind. I need the full ‘Gale Survival Guide’.

8 Responses to “OK, enough rain already”

  1. Magic Cochin Says:

    Sigh! I just knew it! He’s moaning about the rain and wind now 😉

    You can always stay indoors and watch the Chelsea Flower Show on the telly Soilman! (That’ll get him started all over again!)

    All the best from sunny Suffolk!

    “Always look on the bright si-ide of life ta-da, di-da-di-da-di-daaaaa”

  2. Soilman Says:

    You got me, Celia. Never happy. Wife says I was born miserable and only Death will cheer me up. Which is nice.

  3. Eliane Says:

    Well I did say it was coming your way. Sadly hasn’t left us yet…

  4. Rachael Says:

    I’m with you on the subject of wind Soilman, it drives me INSANE

  5. Lyns Says:

    So it is you who has cursed us with this rain, haha! 😉
    I’m a new allotment blogger and just passing and saying hi!

  6. Pumpkin Queen Says:

    I am starting to wonder if I ort to get the Vodka ready to paint my onions & garlic for the forthcomming rust!

    Just as I thought that my garlic would be great this year because of the -12 degree frosts we had in the winter.


  7. altadenahiker Says:

    Obviously that stiff upper lip we hear tell about is nae but a myth.

  8. Soilman Says:

    Pure bollocks in my case, Altadenahiker. The old forebears may have found it handy, but little point now when there’s tinned beer and chocolate. Who needs the stiff upper lip when you can get wasted and porky any day, any time?