Rain, Rain, Go Away… This Gardener Wants to Play!
It’s been absolutely chucking it down all week here. The kind of rain that makes you question if you should start collecting animals two by two. And here I am, trapped inside like a caged animal - well, a slightly grumpy, tea-fueled one - staring longingly out of the window. My breath has fogged up the glass, and I look a bit like a forlorn child waiting for playtime, only instead of wanting to get in a swing, I’m itching to get my hands in the soil.
I’ve already checked the forecast 100 times. Spoiler: it still says rain. So, I’ve resigned myself to hunkering down under the duvet, armed with my gardening planner and a steaming mug of coffee. Might as well make the most of it. Carrots? Need to succession sow those. Tomatoes? Still debating the perfect sunny spot. Courgettes? They’ll take over if I blink too long.
Every so often, I shuffle over to the window, nose practically pressed against it, willing the downpour to stop. Is it easing up? No… just wishful thinking. I sigh, defeated, and return to my planning.
But this afternoon? Oh, I will be out there. Rain or no rain, I’m donning my wellies, grabbing my trowel, and reclaiming my soggy kingdom. Mud? Bring it on. There’s only so much staring out of a window one gardener can take!
Anyone else suffering from gardener’s cabin fever ? Top tip. Do not, I repeat, do not balance the steaming hot coffee cup on your belly & nod off… 😳
