Only a short while ago I wrote about the sun and heatwaves, today I write about rain. We have had rain for the past 3 weeks. I don’t mean it’s been raining on and off for 3 weeks, I mean it’s been raining for 3 weeks. Other than short periods, the rain has not stopped. It’s good we have had rain. We had below-average amounts of rain over summer and keeping up with watering had been a challenge, but I’m getting bored of it now.

I think I am a fair-weather gardener. I expect some gardeners are out there every day, rain or shine, tending to their gardens. I am ok admitting I am looking out the window and choosing to remain in the warm and dry. It’s not helped to have a cold, courtesy of my daughter, who brought it home from school. Luckily, it was a cold, not something worse.

Living in England, you would expect I would be ok with the rain. For many, rain is quintessentially English and our favourite past time is complaining about it. So I am living up to the stereotype, but I hate it. I’m ok with summer rain; it’s short-lived and much needed, but rain in autumn is miserable. It’s not just the rain; everything is damp and grey.

Unfortunately, there is work to be done so I am going to have to get over myself and spend some time in the garden. The weeds are having a field day and growing fast; I need to store my remaining potatoes, and I have some hard landscaping to do. So this weekend I will pull on my waterproofs and venture outside. There is work to be done.