Today was memorable for the rain and the wind. And the drop in the temperature.
It was grey and miserable for most of the day, preventing any work in the garden until very late. The puppies were a bit distressed after lunch when I didn’t grab the lead and head for the Park. Well, to be strictly accurate, Emma was distressed. Day-z just opened one eye, checked that nothing was happening and closed it again.
Having finished the Borgias yesterday (all four series) I had to find something new to enjoy during lunch. On Sunday, Lorna asked me if I’d been watching Jonathon Strange and Mr Norell. I had to admit I’d never heard of it but wrote it down for future reference. Well, I started watching it today (on the BBC i-player). What a delightfully odd little series it is. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Well, the first episode, anyway. More tomorrow.
At around 3:30, the weather improved enough for us to head out. We took the all-weather path right around.
Day-z, who prefers a civilised surface to walk on, kept pace with me, rarely venturing into the grass verges. Emma, on the other hand has to rush down every path we pass, getting as wet as possible. She also runs on well ahead of us, managing to triple the length of the walk. This is not a complaint! Wearing her out is very important.
After the walk, I decided to clean up the geranium bed in front of the office. The stems of long dead daffs were laying hither and thither, preventing the summer growth from emerging. I gave them the chop and fluffed the geraniums up a bit, pushing them back off the path. I noticed a few pink flowers starting to appear. (I don’t mean that to sound like my weeding had anything to do with the flowers suddenly appearing rather, clearing away the detritus of old growth meant I could see them.)
Given the restrictions of the weather, I managed to almost completely empty the laundry basket, something that I usually fail to do on a Thursday. So the day wasn’t a complete waste.