Heavy rain is falling here in the west of Ireland.
This is our now too frequent monsoon.
It occurs each summer, after a drought that sees the spring well slowing down to a dribble as the aquifers drop dramatically.
The evidence is all too obvious that there is a climate change going on…that is not negotiable in my book.
However, the source of this climate change can be debated over and even argued over…I care not.
I just know that it is happening.
I am a gardener.
I am in the gardens every day and the weather is recorded in my head or on this blog accordingly.
The clouds are so heavy and low that I actually fell asleep this afternoon.
There is an eerie silence.
The birds are tucked into overhanging branches, hardly moving.
Jack has slept under the stove in the kitchen…it’s warm there.
As I type there is a shawl draped over my shoulders.
There is a nip in the air.
Tonight will be spent hunkered down, waiting for the storm to pass…
There is a badger set in the vegetable garden, alongside the path into the Fairy Dell woodland.
The badger has dug many small holes along the path in his quest for some small root I would guess.
As I walked over to the compost to empty the ashes from the stove this morning, I noticed a series of quite neat excavations and a neat pile of soil by each.
I will film over there tomorrow if the weather eases up…
Home made wine continues to bubble up in the demijohns.
The sound of the bubbles breaking as they rise through the airlocks takes on a comforting, if frenzied, tick tock!
And the rain continues to fall…