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And it’s not of tomatoes !
3am this morning and 2 things are annoying me.
First I’m awake when I’d prefer to be asleep and second is rain. I can hear it, sploshing onto the road and gurgling down the drainpipes.
I posted about watering yesterday, I have water on the brain. But one thing I feel we don’t require right now is more rain.
Can’t we swap it for sun?
In the division of labour, armed with watering can, I can play the part of a rain cloud (right now a great big, black grumbling one) but I can’t be the sun and sun is surely what’s needed .
I’m experiencing nostalgia for summers past, not the sepia tinged lazy hazy days of wine and roses but the words ‘hosepipe ban’. I don’t want to invoke one but just conjure up the sceptre. Montage memories of news reports from the shores of dried, cracked reservoirs, children running through (banned) sprinklers, aerial shots of the scorched spaces of London parks.
Hard, dried, baked evidence that it doesn’t always rain all summer long.
