Here we are in the middle of May already – usually
a month when us poor blighters here in the UK get to see a little bit of warmer
weather and get to enjoy the lighter evenings just for a bit. May is the month
of birthdays in our house with 5 members of the clan celebrating the passing of
another year and, although the weather cannot always be entrusted to be dry and
hot, we can at least plan parties in the garden and the odd picnic. It is
Summer’s 14th birthday and my Dad will be 70 something on Thursday
so usually there would be some kind of plan for festivities that involve the
great out doors – the wide blue yonder – God’s green acre – the pub garden at
the very least!
BUT - Not this year!
As I sit here looking out onto my little lovely
garden, usually busy in May with birds and bees and blossom, I am instead faced
with lashing rain, wind, mud and puddles! Oh yes, I nearly forgot – and pellet
sized pieces of ice which fall from the sky like little bullets with the sole
intention of leaving you covered in a mass of tiny bruises! I kid you not!
My lovely daughter, who got her name because the
mid wife said she was born on the first day of summer, has just curled up in
front of the TV with her crochet blanket and a cup of hot chocolate and I have
had to go and dig out a cotton scarf to keep the chill of the back of my neck
as I sit and type whilst trying to resist the temptation to turn the heating
on. Get the impression I’m a bit fed up with water, rain and chilliness? Too
right I am!
All that said there is thankfully just the one plus
side to all this awful weather - less distractions to lure me away from my
crochet and my ever piling amount of things that need to be done – apologies
for the rant, it’s off my chest now - perhaps tomorrow will be nicer weather!