Rising damp

I am just back from an afternoon amble to the letter box. And ran into my neighbour Jean-Daniel who was doing the same thing. We have all been cooped up for a day now in the most pleasurable way. It has been raining gently but consistently for a full day and night and day. 25 glorious millimetres. Or an inch if you wish. Soaking everything and reviving the soil and the plants.

I could gush, but it’s only rain. Welcome stuff after a month of dry. And I don’t begrudge being forced indoors to paint ceilings. And tulip planters. Yes, that odd heap on the floor are the makings of six square wooden boxes for the forthcoming spring treats.

They were half the price at the builders merchants if you build them yourself. So once I get my hands on the power drill, I shall use my long lost lego skills and turn this heap of wood into boxes of promise.