Rain just past, we study the slugs gliding across the patio and decide they must be green-soled slugs. A coal tit lands on the empty feeder.
rain
Sunday August 18, 2019
Back in London after a week away, the garden is full of rain. Then goldfinches bring their yellow to the thistle seed feeder. Then sun.
Tuesday August 06, 2019
A few raindrops as my partner assembles a new garden hose. A seed parachute minus its seed circles the patio and flies off.
Friday July 26, 2019
I sit outside between showers. A rumble of thunder off to the north. An electric saw sinks its teeth into something with a howl.
Friday July 19, 2019
Rain. Two doves and and a dozen starlings start up from a shed roof and settle on nearby aerials to watch the wood pigeon who routed them.
Tuesday June 18, 2019
The new geranium has opened its first two flowers: deep purple trumpets. A bee flies in and swiftly out again, but the rain isn’t as picky.
Friday June 14, 2019
Chased in by the rain again, I watch from the kitchen as sudden sunlight blazes on wet slate roofs, black clouds behind.
Thursday June 13, 2019
The rain stops. I go outside to read, a builder hammers, and the next-door neighbor steps out for a smoke. Then a raindrop lands on page 43.
Tuesday June 11, 2019
5:30 AM. The torrential rain past, tits and sparrows crowd the feeders. The neighbor’s cherry tree sways under the raids of wood pigeons.
Friday June 07, 2019
Gusts of wind salted with rain. A bumblebee somehow manages to hold steady, hovering in front of a kerria rose, then going to the elder.