”Colours shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.” – Haruki Murakami
Beautiful raindrops shimmered on the flowers and leaves in the garden this morning, everything sparkled after last night’s rain and thunderstorm. There was a freshness about the garden and the scent was earthy. Soon the sun burned the mist away and the breeze dried out the raindrops but not before I had enjoyed their beauty. A fine summer’s morning in West Cork.
Well, after a long weekend away from home and garden, we arrived back to find a lot of destruction. Growth that had been Lush before the weekend had been blown about by the high winds and flattened by the rain, and that is still happening as we speak. The much colder temperatures have stopped a lot of the growth for the time being. Today I spent some time tying up beans and peas, a lesson for me to make sure that they are secured a lot better, I thought that the canes would hold them all right, but not so. The Borage was totally flattened, I will cut that down a bit and it will start to grow again no problem.
But the beauty of the rain droplets is amazing, and there is plenty of that at the moment, might as well enjoy it, it gives the leaves especially a whole new ‘look’. I think that Masaru Emoto might have something interesting to say about them.
We are promised a heat wave towards the end of the week, who knows, surely my plants would be happy. I guess we take what comes and be happy that we are blessed with rain regularly, it makes Ireland what it is, green and lush. A thought for the people of California and their fight against drought, it cannot be easy.