When I was a child I always imagined that spring was the fight between summer and winter. Some days Summer would win and it would be warm and sunny, then winter would win a battle and a cold snap would return.
This week has been typical – Sunday found us having a picnic lunch at the beach, Monday I spent the day in a t-shirt – both evenings though, as soon as the sun went in it was cold again, and we lit the fire. I’ve been rushing to take the propagator lids off before my seedlings get toasted, then rushing to tuck them in before the cold night arrives.
Yesterday – well the forecast was grey cloud and we were in that cloud.. foggy and muggy and drifts of the fog – or low cloud, would blast over the garden – as it managed to be windy too, and the cold seemed to seep into you.
Today we were above the cloud again, though I gather those nearer the coast were not so lucky.
You have to wonder how nature copes, all new buds and frog spawn and birdsong and new life, then suddenly winter again Yet is seems used to used to it, the birds resigned, the frog-spawn usually makes it, and if not all power to the late arriving frogs. So I guess, it has always been this way.