Sitting in an
English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
( I am the Walrus. Lennon and McCartney)
Rain plays a central part in the Psyche of the average Englishwomen and man. The mythical status of precipitation looms large in gardening, popular cultural, anyconversation you have in a pub and of ourse allotment holders! Ilove it! And this week we've had plenty of it! My brocolli (Belstar F1), cauliflower (all year round) and leek (real) seedlings have been lapping the moisture up. Thank the heavens for one of the greatest and increasingly scarce resources on the earth - water!
Mariner Tim aka Sailor Tim was been enquiring about his 'memorial onion bed' yesterday via email from some super yacht, on which he works, off the coast of St Tropez. I was pleased to report the onion sets he and I had planted last year are developing wonderfully and benefiting from the rain (one must get weather into any conversation one has).
Saturday lookslike being a washout here ( a good timeto rest the 'idiot stick injury') .As ever there are plenty of things to do on the WTA - espcially weeding and earthing up potatoes...the plants are quickening!
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