It certainly has been dry. The
grass is crunchie and the mandatory water tank is full of only air. I have been
watering the new trees and trying to be as conservative with the drops as I can
because of the ridiculous cost of water.
The heat and the wind have meant
that the pond and the pool need topping up and I reckon filling the pond with
tap water has been the cause of the demise of a couple of ‘the girls’. I took a
sample to be tested and the PH is off the charts and so now I have placed a
whopping great bit of drift wood in there in the perhaps rather silly belief
that things will right themselves. The girls seem to like swimming through it
so all is not lost even if it becomes an expensive bit of playground equipment
for them.
I am not too sentimental about
the passing of a fish. I reckon if they are not tough enough to survive, then,
oh well never mind. I usually scoop out the deaden with a slotted spoon and
splodge it over the fence into the park, but I must have been preoccupied
during the latest ‘ceremony’ and before I knew it I had gone the big hooook
over the fence. As my arm was still in motion I realised that there could
easily be someone there getting a face full of dead fish! I waited for a reaction....
I heard it land I think. No damage done. Wheww!
All day the news had been full of
storm warnings. I waited, and waited. 2 o’clock it rained a bit and it was a
bit windy, with a bit of lightning and thunder, but not enough to really send
Dog over the nervy edge. And then at about 6 it started again. This was a
little more fierce. I had to turn the tellie up so I could hear the news and I
spent time giving the old sooky girl a cuddle on the floor. The noise and rain
soon passed and it just seemed a disappointment to me that there was not more
of the wet stuff.
The memory of the smell of
impending summer storms is strong and pleasant. I hope this storm season is long
and wet. The grass is crying out for it.
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