We may moan about rain, but it’s time to change our perspective – water is the lifeblood of British gardensSometimes it falls in big fat drops, pummelling my plants like a boxer. Sometimes it blows in gently, as fine as sieved icing sugar. Sometimes the wind whips it in sideways streaks across the windows. Sometimes, just sometimes, it stops falling from the sky altogether. Our tiny island is defined by it, our lives and front door discussions revolve around it. We are an island divided by many things but united by at least one: rain.Rain is a word that is often used pejoratively. “Oh, it’s raining again,” we mutter, slinking out the door for the morning commute. Weather forecasters look sad and with an apologetic shake of their heads inform us of the bad news – more rain. From washed out birthday parties to sodden days at the football pitch, we all seem to dislike the rain. This summer has been no exception: it has been wet. In June Britain’s total rainfall was 139% above average. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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