Last night I repaired to bed expecting a rainy day today. In the morning I woke to cloudy skies, 6cm of rainfall over the last 24 hours and the promise of more.
I prepared for a day on the cliff face (thermos of sweet tea, elevenses and hearty lunch) but expected to return by mid afternoon at the latest. There were spits of rain between two and three this afternoon so I scraped down some ancient iron guttering and painted it at the end of the day when the sky cleared.
We’re now expecting rain all day tomorrow. This has an adverse impact on our income – if I‘m working outdoors. But these stolen free days are secretly treasured by me. I can always work on a fine weekend to make up the money. Meanwhile these days are not punctuated by the weekly shop or plans. I can work all day on the garden and at this time of year it’s a real boon. Eight hours out in the garden equates to sixteen hours in a month’s time and reaps dividends as the summer progresses.
Perhaps my body was tuned to a day at home today. I was disappointed that it was dry this morning and returned home exhausted this evening – having clocked up the maximum amount of hours to cover the expected rain tomorrow.
I’m longing for rain in the morning. Like our garden, sometimes I need to be watered by gentle rain.
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