The title of this post is taken from the poem by Edith Sitwell, that most eccentric of twentieth century English poets. I am using it for its literal sense, for the rain just won’t stop falling, whereas Sitwell wrote Still Falls The Rain as her response to the London Blitz in the 1940’s.
It has not been an easy gardening year. We were bracing ourselves for the coldest and snowiest winter ever, for after two years of freezing temperatures and snow at greater depths than for a decade or more, we were warned of worse to come ….. it didn’t. Instead we had a relatively mild time of it but with virtually no rain whatsoever. Then came March: temperatures in the 70’s and day after day of unbroken sunshine and the garden couldn’t work out what to do next. Some plants flowered earlier than normal whereas others refused to break out of their winter dormancy. And still no rain; the little river that winds its way through the header of this blog and the secret valley ran lower than midsummer and by the old sheepwash it was almost possible to walk across it in hiking boots.
Then came April and the day water shortages and a hosepipe ban were announced. All the hose reels were wound up to be stored away and we worried about how we were to keep the parched ground alive.
We did not need to worry for, reminiscent of the day in the 1980’s when Michael Fish, the weather forecaster said “What hurricane? We don’t have them in this country….” (the next morning half of England’s trees had been flattened), the rain started to fall. And it hasn’t stopped falling. We have the occasional sunny interlude when you could almost think it is spring but, for the most part, the skies remain leaden and heavy. Day after depressing day it is dark and gloomy with a cold northerly wind blowing and the rain lashes against the window panes.
The ground, so hard from months of drought, could not absorb the deluge and the water, so desperately needed, runs down the lanes and over the fields and banks into the river. Our pretty little tinkling stream has become a torrent and the sheepwash island, coloured golden with its Kingcups in full bloom, has disappeared from view completely. Opposite the sheepwash on the other side of the lane, the water is running off the hill and new springs have appeared where they haven’t been seen in years.
The secret valley is flooding and looks more like how it should have appeared in winter. The sheep and their lambs have been moved to safer pastures and the pastoral scene of a few weeks ago has all but gone. Gales have accompanied the worst of the downpours creating their own havoc and the old willow pollards, heavy with top growth are splitting and falling. The damage, although it looks devestating, will not affect them too much for they will regrow once the broken timber has been cleared, for this is nature’s own way of pollarding them.
In the meantime, we watch the flood water rise all around us. Our little stone cottage, built in the 1850’s, sits safe, high above the river, which snakes around two sides of the building.
As for gardening, weeds continue to grow for they have adapted to the extremes of the English climate over millenia. The nurtured plants of the flower border struggle and produce some oddities. The tulips that usually look bedraggled after just one shower, have remained resilient and daffodils that have normally finished weeks ago are still in bloom, thanks to the cool conditions. The wet weather has also benefitted the cowslips and the bluebells and they seem even more intense in colour if, in the case of bluebells, that is possible. A quick look around the secret valley at the trees also shows contradiction: some are in full leaf and others – almost 50% of them – are still to show their leaves so have a wintry look about them.
Tulip ‘Peppermint Stick’
It has been a dry and sunny day today and tomorrow is also supposed to be quite pleasant. The forecast is for more rain to come and the cool conditions to continue at least until the beginning of June. And when I wake up on Monday and hear the rain hitting the bedroom windows, as forecast, my first awareness will be to hear in my mind the haunting voice of Edith Sitwell saying “Still falls the rain, still falls the rain ……”
To listen to Edith Sitwell reciting Still Falls The Rain click on the link below:
It's been raining here and it's been delightful, but then we've been in drought conditions for years now.
great photos as always. Our willows were pollarded just before the very bad weather, but a lot of sheds and trees in gardens Blew down.Any news about She-dog?
Nice photos 🙂 I wonder when his rain is going to stop…and we still have a hose ban! They say that despite the rain, our groundwater level is still low…
Although we've had a lot of rain it hasn'rt been as bad here as in more southern and eastern areas – my younger son lives on the Norfolk/Suffolk border and says his local river has burst it's banks and there's a lot of flooding. Alehoof – it was used before hops became the in thing for brewing beer and did the same job – ie it flavours, clarifies and preserves the beer. I think perhaps that hops arrived from Europe with the Normans? I'm not an expert, it's just a bit of knowledge gained from reading about herbs and Anglo Saxons:)
Very Nice photos. I am sorry about all of the rain you are receiving.
Thanks, all for your comments – appreciated as always.The rain continues with hail, thunder and lightening thrown in today!Interesting about the Alehoof – I wonder if anyone is using it today? She-dog is fine, I have been intending to write a post on her but not too much to tell. he let us down badly earlier in the year by not having puppies despite the cost of a week's honeymoon! We were disappointed as we had hoped to keep one of the pups this time. Never mind, there's always next year, hopefully.Johnson