Rain

We have been having torrential monsoon like rains here of late. The country side is drinking it up greedily since we have also had a spell of heat, sun and dry weather before.
It is amazing to see things literally GROW after the watering followed by more sun and warmth. If you sit long enough in a field or a garden you can...
I am reminded of Alan Dugan, a poet who lived on Cape Cod, who would take children to watch flora grow in the dunes in summer. Such wondrousness and eyes of discovery.
The cats are less fond of the rain and wait until its all over and then tread gingerly over the wet grasses and try to make headway to paths in order to get out and about.
They get quite stir crazy when it rains here and fight with each other like people sometimes do when they feel trapped. When they come back indoors all wet we towel them off!
I have not been able to keep up with all the growth and so called weeding that has to be done in the beds. I can not tell the difference between weeds and other plants really. I find most of them beautiful and keep them anyway. I have gorgeous large thistles, Indian paintbrushes, buttercups and dandelions.
One definition is that which is invasive.
Does that make us weeds? It would look that way!

Je retourne a Tarset

After a bon voyage with many adventures and discoveries I am back in the wee garden which became an impenetrable jungle in my absence! Tasting the many ripe raspberries on canes here and there scattered throughout between rose bushes and other shrubs and trees, mmmm....yummy. It is like a childhood dream place, very wild and filled with soft fruit like gooseberries and black currants. Most of them quite tart which I really like!
I hung up two hammocks, which I brought back, in the "orchard" consisting of 3 fruit trees, and placed a birdbath with a wistful verdigris glaze in the herb patch.
The cats and I had an affectionate re-union and have spent much time cuddling as far as one can with felines!
The sun has been shining and it is warm, almost swimmable weather, however the Tarset Burn is refreshing at the very least, and it has to be very hot to work!
Some heather is turning purple and the lanes and hedgerows are filled with wild flowers! I even found a purple orchid in the marshy part of the jungle.
Returning after time away the season changes have happened so fast and it feels almost like one has been in a coma and woken up after some time only to find the world transformed. I enjoy noticing all those changes and walking around saying hallo again to all that grows in the vicinity. I also go for a come back home walk to the burn down the hill and look for Patrick the heron, sitting on the bridge and taking it all in. These wee rituals make sense in a stressful time and we are in our prime!
This particular coma was a good one!