With the last post echoing in the distance, almost two months past, I reflected on the 'ever rolling stream' headline and realised that I'd made myself a hostage to fortune. April was cold and wet: the first part of May no better. The only consolation was that the torrential rain filled the water-butts. The past two weeks, however, have brought long days, blue skies and another unseasonal heatwave, so the once-full water-butts are no more.
Time to nurture the plants, hope that the woodpigeons stay away and that the depredations of slugs and snails can be kept to a minimum.
The rhubarb tastes good, though.