The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
We spent the Christmas and New Year period here at home and barring an odd, brief, moment of respite, it was perpetually grey, overcast and damp. It wasn’t always actually raining, but when it didn’t rain it was foggy or misty, and wet – always wet.
In doggerel and stout let me honour this country
Though the air is so soft that it smudges the words
Meanwhile, the weather was mirrored by my own state, struggling with a persistent chest infection, full of mist and fog. It didn’t exactly lay me low, but just left me – well, like the weather – disappointing and damply pathetic.
As a consequence we didn’t get out half as much as I would have liked. Even the slightest of inclines had me wheezing and coughing.
But, there’s always a bright side – these Gloucestershire Old Spots seemed quite content with the prevailing humidity.
And we made the best of it at home. Whilst we weren’t getting out so much to see the wildlife – the wildlife came to us. Our garden was regularly visited by woodpeckers. One morning it hosted…..
….a roe deer for a couple of hours.
And then of course there were the joys of staying indoors: playing some games, watching a few films, just generally spending some time together without the usual hustle and bustle.
The kids did us proud and even cooked a family tea one evening, and breakfast the following morning. (Lentil and tomato soup, part-baked rolls, chocolate brownies. Porridge and pancakes – don’t worry we did help them with knives and ovens and such like).
Now that I’m back at work, the weather has begun to turn colder, the wind will soon be in the North, and there’s the prospect of a little brighter weather at least. What’s more, a third course of antibiotics seems to be doing the trick, and it’s a real marvel to be breathing freely again. Time to make some plans for a proper walk…..