I've gone out and shaken my fist and the calendar at the sky - which is, once again, tenebrous. Perhaps you heard me shouting 'It's May, nearly June, for Heaven's sake! Get a grip. Be gone you clouds and wicked winds. Bring me sunshine!'
Maybe I should have left those tomatoes and squash in the greenhouse for another week. Look at them now, shivering their roots off down the garden, almost horizontal in the face of a biting wind.
The hens are making the most of it although I know they detest these feather-turning winds. I'm gladdened to see them hunkered down behind the windbreak I made specifically for days like these. I notice that the Lesser Cockerel - the one that is losing the battle for position as King Rooster stands alone - on the windward side of the windbreak. Not particularly bright of him,; perhaps it is as well he probably won't get the chance to pass on the 'stoopid' genes.
I know, I'll light the log burner. The house feels cold - we turned off the Aga a few days ago. It gobbles gas at a prodigious rate and by clicking the 'off' switch we can at least save a few pounds. The downside is that now it sits, a vast block of cold cast iron, giving off, well, coldness. A cold-iator. Brrr.
......later that same day. Warm at last. The dogs and I are sprawled by the fire's side. It doesn't help my infant tomatoes of course, but maybe the weather will be better for them tomorrow.