Wet,wet,wet

The rain continues to lash down. In a lull I consider going to put some food out for the birds. A tentative step or two convinces me not to. There is an olive coloured slime covering much of the patio area, or at least what isn't under water. This slime is very slippery. With my walking abilities it's not worth the risk. Even the birds seem to have decided to stay secure in the shelter of the trees & undergrowth rather than venturing out into the gale force winds.

This will be a real test as to whether we bought well with our bog plants. Now they are not in a bog. Instead they are in a pond. We've drowned bog plants in this bed before now. I'm just hoping it doesn't happen this time. As for the bark the Fox so laboriously put down as a mulch, that has just floated off & is now on the other side of the yard. At least the plants are still staying in the ground & not washing away too.

Al, our gardener, at the Pub yesterday, said he is thinking he'll be abandoning gardening for this year if the weather doesn't pick up soon. He went to one house not so far from us earlier this week. The lawn looked good & ready for a cut. He pushed his lawnmower on to it, whereupon it instantly sank several inches into mud. He had to manhandle it out. He cut that lawn with the strimmer, feeling the ground underneath him moving all the time. Our garden is even wetter, so it looks as though the long grass is going to remain for quite a while yet. It's certainly growing with all this water.

They reckon with climate change & the icecaps melting, we are likely to be more subject to flooding. I had thought that was supposed to be the result of rising seas, not falling rain. Or is so much rain the result of there being more water in the sea to evaporate & come down on us as rain? Whatever it is, I've had enough. I long for some sunshine again, preferably with some warmth. I'll settle for a few days of dryness.