Sunday, July 24, 2005

Whoops

At half past eleven last night, I realised that I had the energy either to bring in the washing from the line or to water the plants, but definitely not both.
I concluded that watering the plants was a priority, as I'd spent my day off taking cuttings, repotting assorted herbs and generally unsettling much of the plant life we brought with us from Lower Farmhouse....a dry night would be disaster to the plants, unless I looked after them, whereas a wet night would simply mean delay to the laundry.
I was woken this morn by the sound of rain drumming on the windows.
Got that wrong, then, didn't I?!

5 comments:

Tony said...

Just occasionally, the weather forecast helps. ;-) In this case it was actually right.

jo(e) said...

Well, if you had chosen to take down the laundry and not water the plants, you would have had a hot windy night. That's how it works.

Anonymous said...

all those prayers for rain at Lord's worked then?

Kathryn said...

lol
Indeed, anon...and my older son now demands that the prayers continue, and with them the rain, till bad light stops non existent play tomorrow.
Clearly praying that we might learn how to play cricket is never going to be enough ;-)

Purechristianithink said...

Now see, I'd have thought England was like the Pacific Northwest: never assume it won't rain . . .