Weather or not I should*
Jan. 31st, 2015 11:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt is a ridiculously beautiful day out there: scrubbed clear sky, warm sun, delightful breeze. We would call it a splendid summer's day back in England, were it not the end of January.
The kicker, of course, is that we are to consider not merely weather, but also climate. After the wettest December that most people can remember, we have had the driest January since records began, which is a much longer timespan; and there is small relief in view. Hullo, drought again. I am back to watering the garden, while begrudging every drop. (Water doesn't just fall from the sky, y'know. Not around here.)
Still, I might have to go sit out with a book and a beer this afternoon, just because I can. While m'wife's up in the city with her critiquing group, while I consider the Ballad of Reading Wilde. Between grinding dried lemons into powder and grinding leaf lard to render. Lord, is there no end to the daily grind?
*Nothing comes of nothing.
The kicker, of course, is that we are to consider not merely weather, but also climate. After the wettest December that most people can remember, we have had the driest January since records began, which is a much longer timespan; and there is small relief in view. Hullo, drought again. I am back to watering the garden, while begrudging every drop. (Water doesn't just fall from the sky, y'know. Not around here.)
Still, I might have to go sit out with a book and a beer this afternoon, just because I can. While m'wife's up in the city with her critiquing group, while I consider the Ballad of Reading Wilde. Between grinding dried lemons into powder and grinding leaf lard to render. Lord, is there no end to the daily grind?
*Nothing comes of nothing.