It's that time of year again, that time when I only see the garden usually at weekends. I have likened it to Brigadoon before as it disappears into the murk on a Sunday evening only to reappear usually the following Saturday.
My back garden is, funnily enough, to the rear of the house. Over the years, I have developed the habit of opening the bathroom window in the mornings to have the first look of the day at the garden. I even do this at this time of year even though it is dark which is a bit pointless, but I do it nonetheless as I can sometimes see the outline of the trees or I can gauge whether it is misty or not.
At the weekends I get up much later usually, this is rather nice and it also means it is pretty much light. So I open the window and there it is,
This window into the garden matters, other windows are available but this one opens the most easily. Other windows give a better view but they do involve me wandering into the spare room which most mornings I do not have time or inclination for a variation of route. The doors are next to each other, and yet I am too lazy for this five second detour.
So I busy myself whilst waiting for the rain to stop, but I have already made my daily connection and I will think about what I can do when I can finally get out there. It has been raining and often blowing half a gale for the past few weekends so I feel I have not really seen my garden for weeks. I miss it, I need it and I am hoping that today's rain stops long enough so that I can at least get a walk around it.