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STOP it BiP - if it's in NE Derbyshire, it will come to the south of the county and I just want to see my Pattys Plum poppy come out and stay out for once!
NO RAIN, NO RAIN, NO RAIN FOR ME!
It had stopped raining as soon as I posted there wasn't even enough to wet the patio.
STOP it BiP - if it's in NE Derbyshire, it will come to the south of the county and I just want to see my Pattys Plum poppy come out and stay out for once!
NO RAIN, NO RAIN, NO RAIN FOR ME!
Don't panic VVG, update here, it has now been "raining" for 3/4 of an hour. I say rain tentatively, they are like tiny wasp breath droplets ! certainly wouldn't bother any petals, more of a damp tickle than a down pour. Lets just say I've been out to get the washing in and it's almost dry.
Perhaps if it just carries on doing that for the next 36 hours we might be ok
Don't panic VVG, update here, it has now been "raining" for 3/4 of an hour. I say rain tentatively, they are like tiny wasp breath droplets ! certainly wouldn't bother any petals, more of a damp tickle than a down pour. Lets just say I've been out to get the washing in and it's almost dry.
Perhaps if it just carries on doing that for the next 36 hours we might be ok
You have a lovely turn of phrase, just like poetry your posts are.
It had stopped raining as soon as I posted there wasn't even enough to wet the patio.
I've just had what was left over after you'd finished with it.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing-'Oh how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel paths with broken dinner-knives. ~ Rudyard Kipling
It’s starting to storm,
The dark clouds are torn,
And ripped apart with a crack.
A rumble is heard,
The thick air is stirred,
As a rain spot falls on my back.
People they hurry,
And quickly they scurry
As the spots turn into real rain.
More and more rumbles,
From cloud to cloud tumbles,
And flashes light the sky once again.
Seeking shelter birds fly,
Away from the sky,
Off to a safe and dry tree.
On the ground down below,
All the animals know,
And hurry for shelter like me.
As the storm gathers pace,
Across the sky race,
A heavy and angry black cloud,
Oozing hailstones like eggs,
That stings my bare legs,
And makes me cry out quite loud.
Lots of bright flashes,
And loud hollow crashes,
Add to the tension of the storm,
It’s too hot for sleeping,
My skin it is weeping,
I just can’t wait for the morn.
After many long hours,
The storm loses it powers,
And the rain eases back ‘til it’s done.
Now a new day is dawning,
So I’ll give you this warning,
Its time to get out and have fun.
Prose for the cultivated! Hee hee!
There was a young lady called Molly
Who never forgot her brolly
One day it rained buckets
But somebody had took it
And Molly said "gosh, darn and...
(GOLLY!)
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better...Albert Einstein
Got all excited this morning while in Lauceston as it was raining nice and steadily. However my dreams of rapidly filling waterbutts and softening ground quickly dimmed as I drove the 12 miles home. Roads were barely damp and the sun was preparing to make an entrance.
I can't believe I want this lovely weather to end but lugging seven canisters of water up to the lottie and deciding who is suffering the most is a right royal pain!
The weather forecast promises rain for tomorrow and the weekend. If it doesn't happen, I'm considering suing!
When the Devil gives you Cowpats - make Satanic Compost!
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