Showers and Flowers
There is no doubt that of late one of the prime divisions in this country must be between those who have some kind of outdoor space attached to their home and those who do not. I am fortunate to fall into the former group and have been making the most of the fair spring weather to sow vegetable seeds in the greenhouse whilst planting onion and potato sets outside. In fact, I'm so up to date in the garden that after turning compost and sweeping paths, I've had to resort to sitting outside with a book and cup of tea to make the most of the brilliant sunshine whilst avoiding indoor chores.
Life is certainly confusing at the present time. The May blossom in our hedge has been and gone, yet perhaps Spring only truly arrived today when we heard the first cuckoo call.
I gather, however, that it has been significantly warmer further south than our little patch of North Yorkshire garden. It's little wonder, therefore, that for some city dwellers complying with the Health Secretary's best exhortations to deny the temptation to rush to the nearest park to sunbathe must be extremely
difficult.
How he must have despaired, therefore, when the so called leader of the free world suggested that "we hit the body with a tremendous — whether it’s ultraviolet
or just very powerful light.... supposing you
brought the light inside the body, either through the skin or some
other way.”
I mean we all know Mr Trump was talking disconcerting nonsense especially when he referred to the ingestion of disinfectant, but I confess at one point in the heat yesterday, I did consider stretching out on the grass. Just thinking about it, had me flummoxed: inevitably my mouth would have fallen open as I lolled there but I would have been breathing through it and catching flies rather than killing viruses, wouldn't I?
Determined for once to complete my daily To Do List, however, I never did get to recline on the lawn to absorb light or otherwise. Now, this evening I see that the weather is changing and I even had to dash out to bring washing in when a light rain shower intervened this afternoon and the temperature dropped.
It seems from the forecast that April showers are finally arriving, albeit later than the May flowers they are meant to herald. I can't pretend to be anything but relieved and I bet Mr Hancock, the Health Secretary, is feeling the same way. In my case, however, I just want those water butts refilling and have no wish to spend every lockdown evening with my watering-can in hand constantly carrying out Nature's work for it.
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